Regret Is Foe
Regret has long fingers cold,
Which wrap around faces,
To blind eyes sharp,
To numb sight to reality.
Regret is an aged widow,
With husband long dead;
After young men's hearts to pluck out,
After breath of young men to snatch.
Regret has claws, long and sharp,
For inscribing fear into minds,
Blocking sanity from giving its shine,
Blocking hope on wings of winds from coming.
Regret is a beastly creature,
With eyes red, mad, and fangs tall,
If let to linger, ruin it inflicts,
If let to be reasoned with, death is
inevitable.
Gerry Sikazwe
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