If only I could undo
things I didn't mean to do,
I would turn back the time
over and over in a rhyme.
But what's done is done
no matter how much I ran,
I can do nothing about it
but go to a corner and sit.
It's as if I was bound by a rope
seizing my every hope.
In my heart it was built,
what we call the 'guilt'
'I'm sorry' I want to say
in a low voice of dismay,
I didn't mean it to happen,
If only I could turn back time again.
YOU ARE READING
A Graveyard Of Words
PoetryA poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords
