Living Regrets

Love or Lust

I languish in my mind,

and know my future looks bleak.

Whilst monetary advancment

and self-worth flourish,

dependent urges bare my last nerve.

Destructive habits root my rage from it's lair,

and exudes through tumultuous paths.

Old love festers in it's amputee organ,

while new love flutters by on angelic wings,

never chancing upon my shores,

finding port in various visages,

as I betray myself by glimpsing past,

and missing opportunity by non action and indescision.

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