Regret

The joy of laughter

Untethered by the weight of indiscretions

A conscience, clean

And void of all transgressions

A youthful innocence

Unknowing of the darkness

A heart

Without the scars and fractures

I miss most

The wasted opportunities

At the crossroads

Of right and wrong for me

The chance

To choose a different path

And leave my heart

Unscathed by evil's wrath

But so it is

A curse for generations

Passed down

Since beginning of creation

And though I miss

Falling short as long I live

I have the gift of the love

That my miss finds it forgives