The blood that was spilled
The heart left unfilled,
The words that weren’t said,
And the one I left dead.
The hurt I endured,
The search for a cure,
The pain I inflicted,
The shame that dominated.
The darkness that stole all the light from my world,
The years that I spent trying to smooth pages that curled,
The days that I cried and wished it would all end,
The nights I spent alone trying to mend.
The silver embraced,
The heartbeats that raced,
The sadness that reigned,
The hands that were stained.
The wings that were torn,
When the future looked forlorn,
The love that was lost,
The price that meds cost.
The sadness and anger that occupied all my time,
The thoughts of death and pain that crossed through my mind,
The last bit of hope before I let go,
The what if’s and the maybe’s that I’d never know.
The secrets kept hidden,
The tears in my skin,
The person I misplaced,
The soul left displaced.
The aching within me,
The lock with no key,
The dying day by day,
The wasting away.
This part of my life took so much of me away,
This part of my life was longer than just a day,
I struggled and walked around pained deep inside,
But I wouldn’t take it back, not one tear that I cried,
For I learned to become who I am right at this moment,
From those three horrible years my mind was in a plummet.
Emily E. Mehigan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-regrets-18/
