Reaping Regret

Tears fall, amidst a soiled bed

Seeds long since sewn in

The sprouting pain that’s blossoming

Stems from roots chosen

Fears planted, will flower and bud

Dreams potted shall wilt

Arose regretful and fruitless

A garden of guilt

My own hands, this garden I've built

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