Regret

Reliving a learned lesson in Life

Can be as painful as a first regret.

A sunset on one side of the world

Can lead to a sunrise as bloody back home.

For once I have been bloodied by this heart-felt sting

I stand again in anguish, just as pure, under opposing supervention.

As before I stand up, bloodied, broken, yet strong and defiant

Resolute in the knowledge that I will win, will overcome.

The efficacy of virtue

The aptitude of skill

And the determination of the nature of regret

Will deliver me from this wretched torture.

Until Life leads me back to this place of regret

And I am again confronted with sorrow beyond subjection.