how can you –
undo –
your – me?
remake –
your was?
how do you –
re-become?
ostentatious as – I am,
Pompous as conceit –
we suffocate our – could be;
hold captive in chains – our should…
oh so sad,
don’t you think,
the sound of regret?
footsteps down an empty street –
un-prayed prayers –
and paramount to these,
the deafening silence of is,
surreptitiously diminished to not!
standing too close to the edge 
I am speechless……..your words take my breath away as I hold in my screams of regret of things lost of things discovered I NEVER wanted to know……now I’m obsessed with digging deeper until I find the core to the darkness in the bottom of a cold unfeeling heart……..regrets yes too many to admit…….searching in a Wonderland Alice found the Tin man……and she can’t ever go back again…..
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