The one thing I hate the most : Regret

I stand alone in quiet thought,  

The things I’ve lost, the battles fought,  

A thousand words I never said,  

A thousand dreams left cold, instead.  

The choices made, the roads I’ve tread,  

Now echo softly in my head.  

Each step I took, each path I chose,  

Unraveled all the things I know.  

Regret, a shadow at my side,  

A constant whisper I can’t hide.  

It lingers there, without a sound,  

A weight that pulls, that holds me down.  

I wonder what could have been,  

If time could bend, if I could win,  

But now the clock, it ticks too fast,  

And all I hold is what’s in the past.  

The words I left unsaid, they burn,  

A lesson taught, I had to learn.  

And yet, with each new tear I cry,  

I wonder if it’s too late to try.  

For in regret, there’s no retreat,  

No rewind, no chance to meet,  

The person I was meant to be,  

The one I lost somewhere in me.  

Yet still, I search for hope, for light,  

In every wrong, in every fight,  

To find some peace, to let it go,  

And make amends with what I know.  

For though regret may haunt my heart,  

I’ll learn to live, I’ll make a start.  

To hold the past, but not let it bind,  

To leave the sorrow, and peace, to find.