The weight of this world forces knees to bend
And assails my soul with more contention
Scouring the moments to find an end
Knowing inside I'm too lost to mention
The air smells of change with hints of regret
As I wonder if you can please forgive
Waiting for my heart to somehow forget
The memory pulls me back to relive
The pain I've caused with the choices I've made
Have only shown me that I'm still so young
The mired future of these plans I've laid
Traces all things back to my careless tongue
I've surrounded my life with only fear
And poisoned my path with a single tear
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Written November 8th, 2005
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I've no doubt you do, and you will
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Actually, I have a very caustic tongue when I want it
... but this is more about how decisions that I feel I've had to make have hurt someone, and I know there was a better way to deal with it... The water flows... and life goes on as Margaret said... hopefully I can grow and get better at this thing called humanity... 
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I have a hard time thinking of you with a caustic tongue yet upon further reflection, I remember when we first started talking how it creeped up here and there. I call my own tongue my beast- creeps up on me and unsuspecting people in my path. Very humbling! You must have meant this poem to be difficult to read with the black on gray BG, but I found it anyways! Still seeing hope
Im hopeless in my hope for you huh
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Maybe some mistakes we made don't seem that bad at the time. I for one, have made some, asked for forgiveness and after sometime commited the very same mistake. Not because I enjoyed the first time, but because of certain circumstances made me to (lousy excuse, I know). I don't think that there are many people who can say they have a life without regrets, and yet they live a life. We just need to make the best of it
As usual, a very well written poem
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There is someome very specific that this is for (and to be honest I didn't know that it was until I wrote the second stanza) I can't show this yet, as I feel I need to be out of striking distance. (kidding) I think the wound is too fresh and I need to give it a little time.
Thank you Margaret, your wisdom is astounding.
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For me, I always read the form first, I enjoyed the skip of anapests among the iambs. You are firmly in control.
My teacher said to forgive them, "for they know not what they do". I am unforgiven to this day, the words seemed justified; the path is poisoned, the tears were mine. That is the way it is. Life goes on, ready or not. We count our losses, heal our wounds, grow more than we thought we could, and try to teach.
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I do learn from my mistakes, but somehow I end up in the same place... at least "feeling" wise... Possibly that I haven't learned, possibly that my past has dictated my future (I sincerely hope that isn't the case)
But again I'm in a place where the choices that I felt I had to make hurt someone else and there is only one thing I can do about it... Accept
Thanks Yem...
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Man, if I could take back all of my regrets, all of my caustic words, ill-spoken thoughts. There is something to be said for aging. One: I guess we do learn from mistakes, and two: we become to tired to qdverture to where mistakes are made. At least I'm hoping that is true. It's all a continual process I guess. Err, ask for forgiveness, then try not to do it again. Maybe age has no special insight. How sad is that?
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