This, My Level of Regret

This is a poignantly sad piece ... we have all had people like this is our life that take and not give,damn the consquences and they go along their merry way blind to the pain they are causing or maybe just not giving s fuck ... but to trust and love and take risks? that is to live and hopefully we learn from our mistakes, I usually do but sometimes I am a sucker LOL ;) great poem as my above rant shows LOL eck nearly forgot to say (hug) Love and higgest bugs Jayne x x

One does look back when friends fail us....and wonder "Why?" however in each season, one learns something from the esperience, so feel as though you are in the benefit...over all...nicely written, I felt the wrath...

Nicely done. Some of the best poetry is written from pain and anger, as you have proven here. As the saying goes though; "Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." I know, sometimes those words make you want to kill something, however, in time, you learn it's true. Thanks for sharing. Sue

Nicely done. Some of the best poetry is written from pain and anger, as you have proven here. As the saying goes though; "Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." I know, sometimes those words make you want to kill something, however, in time, you learn it's true. Thanks for sharing. Sue

I am really glad you are putting such stuff out there. It is intense and important. Five stars for getting this out the gate. Dammed without redemption. The rhyme is definitely a distraction in so serious a poem: it tugs it toward the nursery which is definitely not where it belongs. This a poem about severe loss. It is probably a central theme to your mind and I doubt very much that you ponder the content in rhyming couplets. The longing for intimacy covers such wide ground. It is proof of our existence and our importance. It involves playing with the most powerful of the senses: the tactile and the imaginative; and the loss of such play is a chronic crisis. It is the warmth of home in embrace and cuddling. It is the distraction of the mind from the otherwise isolation of mere one. I have lived in a place such as this and did not do well. And I think that isolation is more a place of reliving than the distracted existence of a couple. Perhaps the greatest loss from a love that is murdered by its initiators is the fear to go to that place again. I certainly never planned to enter a love affair again. I was dragged into it by Olya's love, insistence and loveliness. Olya says that people don't learn from the past. Translated it means: people rarely learn from the past. I use an inverse viewing technique: what I most fear is what I should likely most aspire. It became useful when I was contemplating re-engaging in love. At our age the math is all in men's favour. As we age there are simply more women surviving than men. So it is then men that become the choosers; not a role we are used to despite the propaganda. Statistically, single men die younger than men in relationships. That means for health, longevity, comfort, distraction, pleasure and love, reaching toward the gender whose representative was so capable in evisceration is a useful option. Brian