Poetry

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.

Β© Sarah Doughty
2018

Regret lives with you forever.

28 thoughts on “The Essence Of Regret”

    1. Yes, for a normal person, that would be true. One can have the inherent ability to recognize their failures and learn from them. Some refuse to acknowledge that anything they’ve done was a result of their own actions, and while they carry that essemce with them, they hardly recognize it’s there.

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      1. In some cases, yes. Although in those instances, I think the bearers of those feelings don’t give it a proper label. Regret could simply be wishing you said something a little different. For this piece, I was trying to emphasize how some live with the nagging sensation that they know they’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere. Rather than trying to turn around, they simply embrace this reality and continue down that path.

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  1. “…undiscovered tombs lie beneath your bare feet….” “….The ones you tried so hard to bury beneath you.” I really like how the second line loops back to that first one.

    “…your heart once rested safely in your ribcage.” I like how this line creates a mental image of a heart sitting all nice and safe inside a small metal cage that has no doors or any way to open it. (At least that’s the mental image I get. πŸ˜† )

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