With a restless mind,
full of unforgiving intrusions,
ripping the layered shields.
A glint of sorrow,
betrays my thoughts of moments past.
Trapped in the past,
and the realm of the damned.
My tormented soul is,
with endless question, captured.
A haunting question lingers on my lips
“If Only?” I hear it utter as it points, to blame.
Weighted and sharp, like a dagger,
it pierces my mortal heart,
to cause such pain,
anguish and shame.
Though with deceiving words, to the world,
the weight of truth I do conceal.
But my remorseful eyes cast a shadow that betrays me.
Tears of sorrow and remorse bleed
through the crevices of my eyes to remind me
of what could and should have been.
I am forever condemned by my words and deeds
through truth appease.
J M Lysun