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Final Regrets

Darryl Willis
Poetry in Form
Published in
1 min readJul 28, 2017

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a theos

In the stillness, silence surrounds me.
The cold invades my bones.
Descending darkness veils my heart,
while I wander among the ruins

of this, my own mortality.
A fine piece of art
I created for myself
from the rocks and dirt.

Yet tears are cried bitterly
for dreams broken in half,
which lie strewn among the tombs;
monuments to my life.

At last I am left to be
given to eternity;
the silence still surrounding me,
the silence still surrounding me.

A quatrain. If you’d like to support the poet’s benign coffee addiction: Coffee.

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Has worked in non-profits for 40 years and is currently a Regional Director for an international non-profit. He holds an MA in Biblical text.