Fates Regret

The ending

hard

The ending

mean

Your future

soiled

But memory

clean

 

Your back bent

over

Your steps

misplaced

Your speech

a murmur

But one

last ace …

 

A Robin

sits

Upon your

arm

And sings

of times

Forgotten

charm

 

And takes

your last

Begotten

breath

Upon its

wings

To fates

— regret

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)

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