A/N Poem number two, poor poor Ed. Again they bring out my emo side. :tears some more: But I heart Ed and Al... if I should continue with these poems, do not hesitate to let me know and I will write some more..
Too Much Regret
If I am human, should I not have a humane side?
I regret many things, but why of all things this?
Too many questions were left in my wake,
too focused upon regaining too much.
I could never have guessed in my rush to make things right,
I was missing a part of myself.
Missing the hindsight of forgiveness,
and foresight of impending peril.
Resting too much thought upon redemption,
I have briefly lost the regret I was once filled with,
for screwing up so much in so little time.
How could one be so reckless,
in lieu of grief and rashness recklessness is something to not regret,
but to scold and condone.
Possibly, could I be condemned for my recklessness?
But why am I not punished as I should be,
whereas I made other suffer more than they should.
My humane side once lay dormant within my self,
but soon the resounding echoes of my younger brothers voice filled me with sadness,
and the cries of those I could not save beckoned my answers.
My awareness.
No longer can I dive head first, but look ahead cautiously.
For too much lies in foresight of precaution.