An hour of remorse.

                  An hour of remorse
                                                                                    
Setting aside my grievances and all
aggregates that I am liable for, I often
dwell into the abyss of my solitary
mind, pondering over my first loss.

It is futile and an indolence to think
of those who has crossed the oblivion
of no return , but never will my mind allow
me to forget the warmth I failed to return.

We humans are fragile, we live in the
 realm of the cursed; we lack in judgement
and are addled, unable to decide on what
and who until we lose all that is left to choose.

To change we must learn, to choose and
behave unlike all who go with the flow;
so as to not feel any regret and realise what
should have been done is behind time.