Regret dances around my form.
Uniformity continues to be wrong.
These events are secured to the past.
Haunting memories when they dare to pass.
Am I the fool for believing in hope?
Mistakes taking hold of what lies on wait.
You’re gone but not forgot.
Silence rings in every fired relapse.
Triggering what I can’t retract.
Rousing thoughts of what could have been.
Integration by miraculous means.
Never parting away from its core.
Getting carried away as if it’s law.
Energy spent didn’t change a thing.
Removal from this sphere of communicating.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 