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That Mistake, These Regret

Poetry By: iola ried

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


A chilly wind attacks the window panes

Outside on the street it silently rains


A scrawny figure sits perched on the window seat

With nothing but a sheet to provide her heat


Her hair is limp, her eyes bloodshot

She looks as though shes begun to rot


Silver scars mark her thin arms

Long gone is her youthful charm


Her body rocks back and forth in muted prayer

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


Night painfully fades, morning eventually arrives

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


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

And with him the dirty stench of alcohol from his skin


He mumbles an apology and gestures for an embrace

Looking away, she hides the disgust from her face


Shrugging absently, he collapses onto the mattress

Fueling her hatred, she's driven by madness


What happened to their bright future?

When did life become so sour, so bitter?


He promised her security and a home

Didn't mention the nights when he would roam


She left everything; her family and friends

To be with him, their love to defend


She lost everything, hope and belief

Her life she lives, choking in grief


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