Regret

 



                                                         I, I, I, Come to this wake
                                                         murmurs and mumblings
                                                            sloshings to and fro
                                                           faint twines to moans
                                                            rising up from below
                                                            a muffled violin intro
.
                                                         I, I, I, Feel this mistake
                                                        thrashing and rumblings
                                                           thoughts half unfold
                                                        weightless buoyant arms
                                                          floating sponged foam
                                                          a sighing heavy drone
 .
                                                         I, I, I, Sense this quake
                                                         turmoils and bubblings
                                                         hot veins meeting cold
                                                          surging to the surface
                                                           heaving tides in roll~
                                                         leave stranded the soul. 



                                                               © 2011- Mea.