Savage regret tears through me

Buffetting my soul

Beating upon it, ravaging what's left of me

Leaving behind a great, gaping hole..

Winds of sorrow whisper, softly hissing

Why did you do it.. why didn't you think about..

What could have been, what could have come

A rain of maybes begins to fall

It falls and falls in torrents

Becoming a flood of despair

Breaking through my dam of indifferent bliss

Rushing, flowing, running.. into everything