Regrets

Fränz Müller

My dry bones lie in the dusty earth

as my soul flies about

like a crazed bird in a boundles sky

The bones want to fly too, but cannot

They are bound by petty conflicts

and unresolved slights

and should-haves and could-haves.

Yea, set things right

lest your bones be bound to the earth as well!

 

  • Author: Fränz Müller (Online Online)
  • Published: July 5th, 2025 18:00
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    A poem that explores those shoulds and coulds we all have. Very nice

    • Tony36

      Excellent write

    • Poetic Licence

      Reflection on what could of and should of been, thoughts we all have at some stage, nicely done



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