Sunday, June 12, 2016

We do the things we do (scanned notebook)

These things we do
we do without regret
because we will forget
though in the dead of night
we wake and sweat
and sweat and yet
come only close to regret
I dream of things
I have never done
should have, would have
or things done
of which I might
take back--
a word said, a glance
glance, the unsaid
like the undead
always haunting
into wakefulness
like a ghost
I rattle my chains
in my sleep
like Marley did
and tell myself
I have no regrets

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