Regrets of the Dying | Short Poem No. 25

These are the regrets of the dying

(don’t let it be you):

I’ve got this heart of gold.

I’ve got this heart that’s cold.

And it’s been getting old (numb).

But anyways,

I press on, on,

on and on,

I press on, on

but not getting done.

When will I stop?

It’s cold and numb

but I press on. on,

on and on.

regrets of the dying

And it’s more, more,

but my eyes are sealed,

It’s more, more

(It’s not yet real).

And I’ll break, break

this heart of glass.

And I’ll break, break

this heart of glass.

And I’ll break, break

this heart of glass.

until regrets are the

only things that last.

Photo by Echo Grid on Unsplash.

If you like this post, check out another great post about regret, “Regrets & Remorse” from Words and Music and Stories, as well as my own post “Cirque du Soleil Crystal.”

© Joey Blue and thepoetryaboutus.com, 2018. All rights reserved.

Author: Jonathan Pines

I'm writing with all of life's saltiness, perfecting poetry in the process.

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