Regret's Echoes

I'm skittering along the edge of shame,
Daydreaming about past regrets,
Funny how something so small will make one never forget.

Too many wrong turns
And not enough rights,
Always having to fight my own fights.

No one in my corner
Except the shadow of myself,
Until that day I had never cried for help.

It echoed off the walls of hope
And my fears were brought to life, no one was there,
Only me and my lifeless stare.

A part of me died that day
And I couldn't help but feel strange,
I realized that in a moment life can change.

Now looking back my thoughts of shame subside,
That fragment of life sculpted who I am today,
And I wouldn't dream it any other way.