What I Cannot Undo
On the Weight of Irrevocable Choice
I turned away and now I bear the cost
The choice I made returns in every breath
No prayer can mend the moment that I lost
The days are chains that bind me to the past
Each step reminds me of that silent death
I turned away and now I bear the cost
The path grows darker though the years have crossed
Regret consumes the very life it left
No prayer can mend the moment that I lost
I count the hours tally up the frost
The heart beats slow beneath its shroud of theft
I turned away and now I bear the cost
I hear the toll of all that I have tossed
Each memory strikes with merciless bequest
No prayer can mend the moment that I lost
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
I am an Appalachian poet and cookbook author. I write about rural life, family, and the places I grew up around. My poetry and essays have appeared in Beautiful and Brutal Things, My latest book. Check it out on Amazon
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Comments (2)
Fabulous work!
Well done! Great phrasing. Loved “count the hours, tally up the frost”