Scar Tissue

 

Regret

The brightest, rarest and most precious

of your childhood's marbles, sliding;

away and fast in sudden certain loss

in a coin's toss.

The sharp and venomous undying words

that spat in evil haste

the mouth belonging to your crawling self

fatally left lingering bitter aftertaste.

While all the lonely hushes

were cowardly left to be gushes of sighs

swallowed with a pint of fear

ironically, they never stopped being whispered in your ear...

And all the honest tearful gazes

altered in most pathetic masks,

aided by pretentious smiles pushing the cracks-

-the plastered grin can't reach the eyes.

The silence in the time of songs;

the wicked stillness when (e)motion is demanded

shaped that hot iron which got you branded

with just one word:

Regret.