A collaborative poem between me and Benjamin from The Breakdown of Taboo. Benjamin was also another early writer I discovered on WordPress. He also posted the poem to his site so please visit for more of his thought-provoking poetry!
Regret is like a nightmare:
It grows in the darkness
While suffocating sleep
With its shadowy hands
Its creeping fingers cross
My bed’s threshold
And smothers me
With fatigue and heaviness
Dragging the best parts of me back into the past
But leaving the worst parts of me for the present
Is this feeling a sickness born of my heart?
Or a ghost haunting my memory?
Turning such thoughts in my head
Turning the covers as umbras twist
And I, myself, lost among the thorny bramble
I dare to whisper words aloud:
Always the same words
Always the same answer
13 thoughts on “Asking Ouroboros”
Beautiful. I felt the hidden agenda and mood being expressed inside each line and verse.
Thanks! Glad it touched you. =)
It did very much. I could tottally relate to it
BRAVO–this is phenomenally good.
Thank you! ❤
This is a profound and reflective poem. I really like the use of imagery here – very apt.
I’m glad you found it deep. ❤
Nice. I can really relate with the feelings that you articulate in this poem. Thanks.
Thank you for reading! ❤
Second regret poem that I have seen this week. I told a friend recently that I think my work is defined by existential reget … nice work, I can relate.
Thanks! I think we all have regrets, so easy it’s easy to have some overlap. =)