Contrition
I see the sun
now that I have seen
what life could have been like
if I had only won.
I hear the rain
now that I have cried
forever
without feeling the pain.
I feel the wind,
freeing me from lies and demons;
they've followed me for years,
all seasons.
I feel the cold now.
My feelings are frozen
from the life I've chosen.
A lonely,
heartbreaking,
unwritten letter.
How come
only unanswered feelings matter?
There's a flute,
a piano,
and a calming string.
There's nothing like dying
in the bloom of spring.