Living To Regret

Drenched in the tears of yesterday,
A sorry loses its savor and lingers off,
The repetition of missteps, like a recurring cough,
Sickening the spirit of a loving night nurse.

A lie a day is laid each day,
Building a monument of mistrust,
With plazas selling fibs, and made up jewelry,
Her heart recognizes nothing true in him,

An eventual end a coming,
A soul betrayed, never believing.

Photo by Andrew Neel on Pexels.com

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