Regret Poem by Sofia Moreno

If I had the chance to choose what to do
Do you think I would still work?
And kill my spirit over some stuff?
I would rather cut my veins
I would rather stay asleep in bed
Moving from side to side
Rolling my body to suit myself
To strand away any sign of regret
And in this messy show of rebellion
A sour and deep voice comes out
Warns me, sometimes yells at me
And won’t let me be at peace,
Because everything is at stake
Success is in my hands
Failure is the same as death

But, dear, death must be sweet
I want to taste that bit of freedom left
To be able to say I let down someone
Without feeling like I’m total trash
And to walk among all the people and feel
I’m like them, ignorant of their deaths
I long to be a part of something
Not the start of something new
I long to taste this world
With rebellion in cupped hands
To travel afar, to hurt hearts
To learn to hate, to not show regret

Oh, regret, sweet sour feeling of mine
It seems you never leave place for another one
And as the clock’s hands tic by
Your push on my soul is still tight
And it seems I won’t be left alone
Not for my soul, nor for my own
And this flesh I wear is not mine
And this voice is stolen from time to time
But my little head still twitches by
Some time now, it will crash…
And the tiny pieces shall fly afar
Reaching places I’ve never seen

The only thing that I say I own
Is exactly the thing that I hate the most.

April 15,2008