Within My Regret

There’s something wrong within me,

A switch that was never turned on.

My mind doesn’t function proper

And a passive nature controls me.

Afraid to fight for what I hold dear

I live my life with nothing but regret.

I spend every night wishing

That I was anywhere but here.

Life passes as the nights grow cold

And I drift farther away from home.

My lethargic mind is too tired

To find a way to break the mold.

I would rather sit here in regret

Than find my voice again.

I would rather lose all hope

Than think we’ve never met.

         DannYetman

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