• Tricia D. Wagner

Set the Night Singing #2.29

Updated: Oct 14


The past lies still beneath her sod,

and yet she finds no peace in sleep.

The fails, the wins, the pain I've caused

in my wake, ride; in my mind, keep.

Regret, arrives, his lash in hand –

no rest I reach, foul thoughts intrude –

nightmarish visions, aches for change,

he stirs as o'er my blood he broods.

Past, wisdom-laden, come to aid

and light my halls, my parapet.

The Teacher Past speaks on and on,

I listen, love – so dies regret.

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