Regret

Yellowish colors painted in a vanilla sky, demons portrayed in recollections

Brush strokes of Monet, karma calling home, horizons bleeding with sins

Can we show how kind our evil is?

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Spiderwebs hang waiting, in the corners of open doorways

Covering imperfect skin, before hands rush, to wipe away the nightmares

How did we lose ourselves in places we didn't want to go?

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Pottery wheels spin, ghosts mold pieces of clay with revenant hands

Kilns burn with flames, baking past days, until what used to be explodes

Are we just running from the eyes we see in the mirror?

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Compasses turn round and round, unscrewing needles

Circles of glass fall, directions escape, disappearing in the winds

Where will we go when time won't let us go back?

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Drops of hail rain down in white ice, falling from troubled skies

Seasons of guilt, pass repentant, in tears cried from wounds

Can we forgive ourselves for the skeletons we keep?

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Written for Poppy’s March Prompt. Join in the fun here