Claire Osterling

Rookie (June 28 1995)

Regrets - Poem by Claire Osterling

Just one thing,
A simple request.
Is to leave this life
Without a single regret.

But the roads are twisted.
Harsh to feel.
Bloodied by hate.
They are not made with steel.

I fall on my face.
Wipe the tears from my eyes.
Is this life worth living?
I’m sick of all these lies.

Guilt is eating my soul.
Why is there no escape?
I try to find answers,
But everything is misshaped.

I look in the mirror.
I only see imperfection.
Where is my pride?
I want to kill my reflection.

I look at my past
And see all the wrong choices.
My present is the same.
I can’t get rid of these voices.

Emotions mixed up inside me.
They are out of control.
What is happening within me?
My feelings on parole.

I look at everyone else.
I see perfections that I don’t have.
Why am I the weakest link?
I am being cut in halves.

Confusion is ruling my mind.
Why don’t I understand?
Life is never right.
My knowledge won’t expand.

I take a look at my future.
I am cold and dead.
All roads are blocked.
The tears are being shed.

My regrets are too much.
I cannot forget.
I will die unhappily.
I am forever in debt.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 25, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, December 25, 2009

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