When regret unfolds into an infinite void
A void that swallows light and dark alike
Where heaven becomes myth and hell a fantasy

When sadness rolls in like the densest fog
Covering, smothering all that breathe and all who do not
When sleeplessness is alert and vibrant and ready

Regret unfolds, stretching its limbs
Pleased with its throne
The heart its home
The mind its kingdom
The body its wrecking ground
The soul its feast

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
After regret. There is nothing.

©2016 Nadia Romanov 

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