Pools of Regret

(written July 2025)

When throats fail to open, heaviness settles
in the silence.
Words float upon a formation of clouds.
Thunder roars in dismay as it breaks the sky.
Rain pours in torrents, but nothing rushes
from hushed mouths
where so much remains unsaid.
And when the storm passes, all that is
left are the cracks in the
pavements, filled with pools of regret.

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