A terrible thing to live in regret —
It claws and gnaws and eats me through:
A precious fruit rotting from within,
No cure or drug to aid in rescue.

I’m walking barefoot the path of life,
Where thorns of the past lay strewn.
Every step is an exercise in pain —
The scars I’ll carry,
And a trail of blood leave behind.

I’m a kite tied down by guilt.
Tugging and pulling, I try to fly —
But there’s no way out:
No exit, or wind of escape.

For, long after I slay and kill
The demons of a time that was,
I find the deadly monster within
Staring at me with a knowing smile.

~ Pradeep CE 🙂

This post used to be a part of my old blog, and was migrated here for legacy reasons.