Regrets

Laid down a loved one
into a grave 6 feet deep,
Only to be kept company by
cold dark earth;
while the beauty of nature resides
above, in a world undeserving of her.
Regrets of words unspoken,
lost within a selfish mind.
Speaking to his soul
in the calm sky.
Cries of sorrow, visions
of lost memories, simple things
that now mean much more.
Living trapped in a hole
deep in mind and heart.
Haunting forever,
with feelings of guilt.
Words never spoken
wanting back time
to live a moment, lost
That should have occurred
with his soul, while human.




Sandra Murdoch-Becker
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Time is not Real

* It appears I wasn't such a dimwit in my teens. It's a shame I didn't truly understand what I was writing about.


A figment of the human mind,
an illusion set by man.
It never was significant,
time is not real.
The future is clear,
yet to be created.
The past is no more,
it cannot be recreated.
The present always is.
Tomorrow never comes.
Today is always here.
The reality is,
time is not real,
you only have now.
Time;
just another deception
from the depth of the
        human mind.


 

Sandra Murdoch-Becker, Copyright 1987