Regrets

I am broken down in my own riddle

This is one of those moments

When I feel like dying

For my anxiety has gotten the best of me

Shall I leave my footprints in the sand

For somebody to follow?

For this is a colorful experience

Just like any other...

Black, white, yellow, gray

For those colors

Are just as blind as the others

And I am blind to my own regrets

Dancing on top of my head

Like a wounded cloud

Behold the sadness that remains distant

Emotionally, I am drawn

Drawn to the pictures that have no zeal

Can you see my face

Buried within these pages?

Yet life is unwilling to give me a pass

And deeper and deeper I strain

My body is exhausted from dying so much

For the more I die

The more I am inspired

There is no tainted love letter in here!

As I use the music of my voice

To bare my soul

For I feel my poetry has a voice

Yet I am bitterly disappointed

Ah to be alone in my recklessness

It's so nice to be ashamed

When all I can do is touch these feelings

With a black felt pen

Oh the pouring of the tears seems normal

I see the sun raging in my skin

And the clouds are gloomy

And the lightning is vain

But what about the regrets in the rain?

People come, and people go

When one is full of regrets

There is more than enough evidence

To see black, white, yellow, and gray

For there is a giant impact

On the introverts in the world

For we die for our roses

Raped in vanity and disillusion;

Can we not pretend

That this house is not haunted?

For which it is, I cannot ignore

Oh mama, I have so many regrets

Is America truly for sale?

For I live in regret every day

And I am broken down

Like a rag doll

Sitting in the middle of the street

Waiting for my next ride.

Oh how can we breakaway from regrets

When regrets cannot escape us?