sigh

Upon the back burner
there simmers and sits
a pan aged and blackened
And full of regrets.

I try to ignore it
And yet I can see
It’s burbling over
and full of debris.

The scalding aroma
pervades every sense
eyes water and burn with
emotion intense.

I stifle the urges
Surrender my will
Speak peace to the turmoil
But it never stills.

I try to ignore it
This pan full of pain
And yet it will bubble
And ever remain.

2 Comments

  1. Regrets are universal…let’s do lunch, soon! I have a thing or two to give you.

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