A Thousand Regrets Poem by Kris Poem Lover

A thousand regrets
from a thousand lifetimes ago.
Like the discarded ash
off the end of a lit cigarette.
That one precious moment in time
tossed away like a victim less crime.

More than a few years young
with no courage of the tongue
or willingness to act
to thwart this damaged life.

A thousand regrets
with no expiration date.
Illuminating like fireflies
over the vacant soul.

A thousand reasons
to end this facade.
To set in motion
what was preordained
so long ago.