Poetry About Regret Novels & Stories

ROWAN The pen felt like it was made of lead. It was a tiny, fragile thing, yet holding it made my arm ache more than my heaviest broadsword ever could. I stared at the white space of the parchment, the silence of the study ringing in my ears. How did you summarize a lifetime of regret into a few paragraphs? How did you tell a woman who was currently being treated like an animal that you were sorry for being the reason she was in that cage? "Sorry" was a pathetic word. It was a word for people who stepped on toes or forgot a birthday.

She placed a kiss on his forehead while her tears fell on his cheeks. She moved from the bed and walked to the window. The night without stars felt suffocating. And a world without loved ones felt like hell. “Regretting is the coal to burn a soul. I whipped out a life to have my wings.”

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It was depressing to keep on remembering what I'd put my family through just because of how unsatisfied I was. Regret played in my head like a haunting memory. It played endlessly in my head. If I could I would certainly turn back the hands of time. The heart wrenching aftermath of my actions echoed through every fiber of my being. A constant ache that refused to subside. I longed for a chance to forgive myself...but I could I forgive myself if I couldn't mend the bridges burned? Fate seemed to be playing tricks with me these days, stealing opportunities that would only leave me with a bittersweet taste of remorse. My family now lived in my memories and it was all my fault...a painful void I

"And I know you need to leave." Or what? You'll banish me with your herbs and your pretty songs? The thing laughed—a sound like breaking glass. I am older than these trees. Older than the first word spoken in this world. I am Regret itself, and I cannot be banished by a girl who hasn't yet learned to regret anything. "Then teach me." The thing went still. What?

He talked more and more as time went on, about small everyday things at first, then about his childhood, then about every memory he had of the two of us together. He told me about the unfairness he had swallowed, the helplessness he had felt, and the regret that ate at him. He said “I’m sorry” so many times the words lost their shape. I floated beside him and listened while I watched him grow older by the day. There was no hatred in me and no bitterness, only a faint and quiet regret. I wished he had not needed to lose me before he understood what love actually looked like. I wished he had not waited until I was gone to let go of his pitiful pride.

Mysha would probably loathe me for life because I didn't listen or accommodate her request. The most painful emotion a human could experience is not heartbreak but regret. No matter how loud I yelled or begged my parents to open their eyes for a minute, it was already impossible. The breath of life had left them for good. And all I could do was cry and be regretful for all the things I didn't do while they were still alive. The old and new wounds from their bodies indicate that they'd been through a lot. All this time, they were just near me, but I didn't even visit them. My tears pool on my face once more.

The way his fingers flexed against his thigh, as if holding back something unspeakable. Regret. I could see it creeping in, settling heavily on his shoulders. He was mourning the years he had lost, the moments he had missed. I wished there was something, anything I could do. But time doesn’t pause, doesn’t rewind. No matter how much we wish to hold on, it always slips through our fingers.

Instead, I would use it as a catalyst for growth and change, vowing to learn from my mistakes and strive for a better future. The weight of regret was heavy, but within its depths, I found a glimmer of resolve. I would not allow myself to be consumed by guilt and self-doubt. Instead, I would harness the lessons learned, forging a path towards forgiveness and self-discovery. The journey would not be easy, but with each step forward, I moved closer to finding solace and redemption.

He watched her from across the room, the space between them feeling vast and unbridgeable, the regret a heavy stone sinking in his gut, pulling him down into a dark,su#ocating despair. gut. Every careless word, every unanswered call, every time he'd chosen his own stubborn pride over her soft, forgiving eyes replayed in his mind like a broken record.He remembered the curve of her smile the !rst time he'd told her she was beautiful, the way her hand !t perfectly in his, the trust that used to shine in her eyes likesunlight on a clear lake. He'd shattered it, piece by piece, and now stood amidst the ruins, desperate to rebuild but paralyzed by his own failures. He yearned to rewind, torewrite