Regrets

They are a mercilless breed belonging to no earthly creed,unseen.


A hidden conscience a startling reminder of who we`ve been.

Stalking us turning us into pretenders,unclean.

There is no remedy no cure.

When they`re at work ripping at every living pore.

Like a scourge from the depths of hell so humbling so sore.

Their outward manifestations reveal a repentant figure.

Belated,unsure.


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