Years shave off
the rejuvenating heart.
... You're tired, weighed down.
But should you be?

It's easier to toss your energy,
Burn it away;
into cinders you evolve,
Justified I-should-have's.

Raging silent curse
of a
Should have,
Could have,
Would have.

The dead-end alley of self-pity.

Sun sets,
365 times a year,
Alone.
Seek it's tears,
of "I should have been".
Lies; irretrievable fabrications.

Your fingers grip into,
nothingness of yesterday,
Redundant,
Repetitive;
I SHOULD HAVE BEEN!

Today you are, not yesterday.
The past, once done,
is only memory.

Hands tugging at hairs,
Shamefully...
...Tearfully.
I know I am what I
should have been.

... Should you be?