‘If only,’ I muse staring at nothing
My conscience pricking, gnawing,
Clutching at my remorseful heart
Beating to torturous reminders.
The dark shadows of the past intrude,
They creep up silently to my present
They overwhelm, threaten to engulf
Me in emotions that I have held at bay
Forgotten memories are unleashed
From a time when I was different
Today they swash over my serenity
Stirring up waves of regretful acts.
Alas! It is too late, to make amends
But perhaps I can hope to start afresh
To atone for the misdeeds of the past
To appease it, as it impedes my present.
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