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That Mistake, These Regret

Poetry By: iola ried
Poetry



How could this happen to me?
I've made my mistakes
Got nowhere to run
The night goes on and I'm fading away...


Submitted:May 5, 2012    Reads: 20    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


That Mistake, These Regrets

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A chilly wind attacks the window panes

Outside on the street it silently rains

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A scrawny figure sits perched on the window seat

With nothing but a sheet to provide her heat

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Her hair is limp, her eyes bloodshot

She looks as though shes begun to rot

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Silver scars mark her thin arms

Long gone is her youthful charm

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Her body rocks back and forth in muted prayer

In her arms she holds a dark-hair, light-eyed toddler

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Night painfully fades, morning eventually arrives

Still she sits and waits, as though for the dead to rise

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At 7 am his key scrapes the lock, a hooded figure stumbles in

And with him the dirty stench of alcohol from his skin

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He mumbles an apology and gestures for an embrace

Looking away, she hides the disgust from her face

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Shrugging absently, he collapses onto the mattress

Fueling her hatred, she's driven by madness

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What happened to their bright future?

When did life become so sour, so bitter?

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He promised her security and a home

Didn't mention the nights when he would roam

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She left everything; her family and friends

To be with him, their love to defend

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She lost everything, hope and belief

Her life she lives, choking in grief





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