hindsight
a pack mule called regret
looking back over times murky mist
how easy it can be to feel unease,
as hindsight becomes a moral compass
when a future you wish to receive,
its fragrance lays a sultry dream
into the pillow of poignant self doubt,
and things that once seemed insignificant
now crash bang scream and shout.
looking back over the shoulder of regret
as it embraces you squeezing tight,
the moral compass of hindsight flickers
leading to the lux of illuminating plight,
its scent more bitter than sickly sweet
stomachs still ache as humble pies eaten,
and those eccentricities of insignificance
are hindsights hindsight as love lies beaten.
(2014)
