Regret Poem

A Poem On Weariness And Inner Struggles

This poem is about my life, from the age of 8, cooking, cleaning, washing, etc. to look after my invalid relatives. Anyone who has dedicated their life to looking after family and providing love and all the needs can relate to my poem. And anyone who is doing so now, please also think about your own needs, goals, and don't let them go. One day it may be too late. Love and caring is great, but you also have to be kind to yourself as well.

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An Unpredictable Life

© more by Lyndell Muirhead

Published by Family Friend Poems October 2014 with permission of the Author.

I sit here now in darkness, living on my own,
A life of existence, white walls, my home
With rooms that sometimes resonated with laughter
Saw also tears of much sadness, pain, suffering, and anger.

For death entered the lives of those now dearly lost,
But also estrangement, which pursues me in silence, endlessly,
Creating prison cells of emptiness, loneliness, and memories,
Casting shadows within those silent, empty rooms.

The tears I shed quietly, along roads of darkness,
Following footsteps of abandonment, this eternal loneliness
And utter sadness I feel, for those who have gone,
The memories that will forever so quietly linger on.

For the pain of the past and fleeting glimpses
Which sometimes drown within my tortuous soul
Appearing vividly, when I allow them to be more than just images
Burn with searing heat, painfully, and once more take control.

No words could ever express or even begin
To describe the desolation of loss and of grief
And the photographs of sometimes happier days
I dare not see and are hidden from even me.

Some days are just too hard and weary to travel
And nights seemingly drown in voids of blackness
Depicted within my mind, endless, and too barren,
For I loved too much and now am so saddened.

Life has not been that which I grew to believe
Providing me with a future of smiles and love
The sadness which I now find to be so close to me
Is sometimes my solace, my friend, and all I can see.

My road through life has been rough and lonely
Though I have tried so hard to find joy and peace.
Yet the faster I ran to catch the winds within my grasp,
They only blew harder, remaining just out of my reach.

I see families with smiles, holding hands with care
Reminding me yet again of my own saddened emptiness.
Another day awakens, though my spirit remains quiet
And night once more is filled with shadows of blackness.

I faithfully believed that with my truest given love
And commitment I gave to all of those in need
Would allow my life to be complete with joy and hugs
And tears would never fall through the love I never received.

My road, now, has almost now come to a close
And the weariness I feel will soon come to an end.
I'm so very tired of the winds escaping my grasp,
Running so hard to catch that which was not to be.

I have suffered the result of giving far too much,
For when you love too deeply, you fall too hard.
Eternal nights will one day blend with summers of gold
Infinite tears will never again fall, and hearts won't be cold.

Vivid memories of the past of things that never were
And realization of all that should and may have been
The struggles which always became more oceans to swim
Never reaching the end, for now silence is my solitary friend.


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