Regret

It comes in on the wind like a caressing feather

But soon that feather turns into a cold hard hand of regret

It no longer caresses but hits like a million bricks

Everything is sickly sweet and wrong

You're forever chasing, choosing whatever will make it leave

But it takes over, turning everything as black as tar

It rips you into shreds, leaving you broken and hurt

There seems to be no way out

But through the tunnel and down the hall

There is a way to leave regret behind