Regret
by Darmok
10/28/09
For slings and arrows
I have drawn and slung.
In haste have struck their mark,
the one.
And caused these tears
oh love have none.
Regret burns hot what is,
what's done.
There is no way to soften one's bow,
Return the arrow to cease the blow.
Nor curve the path towards where its goes,
Oh scarlet heart, how death doth flow.
Author notes
I recently put my big foot inmy mouth.... And regret is now my daily meal...
Comments
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you are amazing. I don't usually gush over a poem. My most heartfelt 'compliment' is to continue reading, and I promise you, I will. Love, L


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excellent
Penned excellent as always
This should be in a contest
It would be a winner in my book
I posted a new one too
Hope you come visit me
Hugs
Susan~~~~







