Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Parasite of Regret - A Pastiche of 'The Poison Tree'

As a child I started whole,

My inner self so pure and fair.

‘Till that winter dark and cold,

I left a loved one with no care.


Not until two months later,

Did I realize what I’d done.

Regret tore through me ever greater,

And ultimately it won.


This parasite I speak of,

Lasted until I had died.

I was emotionally drained,

Completely dead inside.


The pain, I hid deep inside me,

The parasite gnawing away,

Remorse took over – controlling,

My heart was not meant to stay.