I feel it seeping in, gradual but eventual…
I feel it in my pores, from the bottom to the core.
Its envading my whole being like a growing creeper
Its creepy and insane with a course of its own.
Is it anger bitterness or disappointment streaming in
Or am I hurt, steeling myself for a grimmer scene?
Its unpleasant and it doesn’t ask…
enters without permission
and wears a mask…
I have an idea but it must be wrong..
Anger is temporary and bitterness will be gone
Hurting can stop and life will go on
But what if it is that what I fear
The feeling of regret is hard to bear..
Regret leaves you empty, faithless
What if I am regretting, what if i am hopeless?