Private Anguish…

How could anyone know the pain,

of my distressed and tortured mind?

The mental clutter carelessly strewn about.

Many regrets have I,

but there is no one else to blame.

A bad choice, cannot be taken back.

What’s done is done.

My mind can only ponder a choice

than cannot be reversed.

No matter how much I hope and wish

that things could go back

to times before the choice was made.

I am now left to bask in the worry

that is mine and mine alone.

Anguish is the visitor that I invited

to this private party ~ by ‘invitation’ only,

that which has been readily accepted.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

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