Guilty/Fruitless
I wish time
and again
that I had done more;
tried harder
given life a different spin.
At one point,
I must have been a child.
I remember risk-taking felt so much freer.
now I curl up in a ball
bend right over
head stuck in dirt
If I can’t see it
(which I can)
I don’t have to feel guilt for missing it
(when I do).
my back aches now
missed opportunities
if I could just
get. over. myself.
I could hit her.
the rage I feel
for staying right there
letting nothing change
She kept me wilted.
Now I’ve woken up
I want to go right back to sleep.
There’s nothing here for me.
I didn’t plant any seeds.
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oooh……. this evokes difficult feelings. wow!