Cyclical Regret


Bursting with opportunity,

The world is but a door

Hiding potential, sheltering hope

At the mercy of those within


Some individuals prevail

The ones harboring power

Opening doors

Succeeding in every endeavor


The timid fall back

Apprehension apparent

With discontent thick in the air

Missed opportunity rubs confidence raw


The abrasive touch of regret

Hindering the future

Clouding past triumphs

Holding back bright spirits


Chances seemingly vanish

The door closes, the key turns

Bursting with opportunities for all

Unfortunate souls see only a locked door



I often find myself regretting decisions that I've made or even ones that I didn't. I tried to capture that in this poem.

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