Regrets flows a crimson red.

Tears of blood
On my tongue
Taste of crimson
Spilling from a gun
Flowing freely
Like a river
Down a street
Upon a shiver
Giving me chills
Up my spine
As whispers float
Into my mind
Turning nightmares
From real-life fiction
Into daydreams
Of past addictions
Taking over
A soul possession
From lost regrets
My one obsession
Never forgetting
Forever broken
Wanting forgiveness
For lives unspoken

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  • Jenny Heart on Oct 27, 2009

    Very thought provoking!

  • raman13 on Oct 27, 2009

    excellent

  • Teves on Oct 27, 2009

    Nice written…

  • ken bultman on Oct 27, 2009

    Good poetry…a bit dark.

  • Papa Sparks on Oct 27, 2009

    I like the dark underpinnings and vivid imagery. Very provocative my friend.

  • Sourav on Oct 27, 2009

    Nice and free flowing

  • Lostash on Oct 27, 2009

    Dark and mysterious feel to this one, Lady! I like it!

  • Shirley Shuler on Oct 27, 2009

    Hi Lady Sunshine, dark and yes, very thought provoking, excellent piece of poetry!

  • Ruby Hawk on Oct 27, 2009

    thought provoking and unforgettable.

  • Guy Hogan on Oct 27, 2009

    I like the control over the language of this poem.

  • giftarist on Oct 28, 2009

    WOW

  • Jane Jane on Oct 28, 2009

    great piece. you\’re really good with this styles of poem.

  • papaleng on Oct 29, 2009

    Another excellent poem, great imagery and vivid thoughts.

  • deep blue on Oct 31, 2009

    Passionately crafted lines, well done.

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