Regrets
Afar from me,
Outside the window,
There was a weeping willow—
Drooping in despair as the gray clouds poured down its devastation.
Regrets then surged through me,
Thundering in my head which I wailed underneath my sheets.
For the torture to stop,
I screamed out the pain in sync together with the rain drops that splattered.
It's a curse.
The fate's a curse.
To me, to us.
God is never wrong,
But I worked my life false.
I had hoped I'd be strong,
To run against the gush of the wind, and forget that I'd once lost.
—Jane l.
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