The Essence Of Regret

“And this. This is what regret feels like.”

Empty rooms and undiscovered tombs lie beneath your bare feet and I know you can feel the energy they emit. It’s that sinking feeling in your chest. The one that feels like a gaping hole where your heart once rested safely in your ribcage. It’s that drain. Like something is leeching your very essence from your body. These are the memories. The ones that linger in this place of death and destruction. The ones that follow you wherever you go. These are the relics of the past. The ones you tried so hard to bury beneath you. They never leave. And no matter how deep you go, or how far you try to run, they will haunt you until the end.

This. This is what regret feels like.

© Sarah Doughty

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