Dead leaves of winter chill regrets
What is lost turns in its grave
yet here I sit
Another place to loathe
Absent of any comfort
This shocking new siren whispers
MISTAKE!
Twenty years removed from a life left behind
Returning to regression not progress
Faces emptied of truth have abandoned hope
These effigies cling to bitter superstitions
While our crumbling future lay dormant
and here we sit
Any last chance is far gone
A reminder of how wrong we are
The only options left aren’t fit for choosing
How do I say “I’m sorry” to myself?
Believe I have tried
but here I sit
Twenty years removed from a life left behind
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