On The Subject Of Regret Poem by R B Seals

Often thought I could escape the lows
Hoping somehow they would all go away;
But with each new day,
All I wanted to do
Was to think of you
As I find myself
In room caged, dimmed of light,
In the crushing stillness of night;
Reflecting on a love once known
A love we've both outgrown,
Only to dwell on the lows again
In tomorrows of another day—
And the memories we shared.

Heavy is the cloak of sadness
That transforms depression to despair,
A weight too great to bear.
Perhaps an OD on 'Molly' or "Meth"
Would kindly 'rest my breath
And favor me with death—
My demons accepting nothing less.