I regret
Everything or nothing;
If I could,
I’d, perhaps, rewind
The old film I am
To its black beginning,
Or leave it to run out,
As soon, I feel, it might
/
I have trusted,
And I’ve trusted fully,
Never for a moment
Doubting that
None would ever lie to me –
Why would they?
Foolish I have been
Among much wiser friends
/
I have journeyed
Where my dreams would take me,
Stopping not halfway
Until I reached
Endings, which became –
Again – beginnings,
Ceaselessly;
And now my name is Change
/
I adore
Everything or nothing
Of the world and myself
I see:
Pain and shame,
Cruelty and suffering,
Regret, trust and dreaming
With one’s dusty feet
I esp like this one. Please send in compact form(no skip lines) and if possible a stock photo your may find expressing the thought(not necessary) for future post. Thanks.
I am very flattered you liked the poem so much, Carl! I have just the photo :)…
The dichotomous nature of how we think is reflected well in your poem.
Many thanks! That was the intention.