Fragments of regret haunt the night,
In shadows hideouts where spectres dwell,
Where moonlight casts its mournful spell,
There lies a realm of bitter grief,
Where ghosts of bygone epochs find relief.
The mazes of a haunted mind,
With memories cruel, their chains entwined,
Echo with a sorrowful moan,
As regrets claim their spectral throne.
Fragments of regret haunt the night,
Through halls of mist and endless night,
Where faded hopes lose all their light,
The wraiths of fate left unmade,
Drape heavily in spectral shade.
Each fleeting hope and unspoken plea,
Becomes a ghoul that hounds the free,
A lament of moments lost in vain,
Their hollow cries a ceaseless pain.
In chambers draped with ashen gloom,
Where lost ambitions meet their doom,
The spectres dance in mournful grace,
Their sorrow was etched upon their face.
Fragments of regret haunt the night,
The echo of a whispered choice,
A silenced scream, a broken voice,
Shackled to the past’s cruel jest,
The ghosts of regret never rest.
Beneath the pall of the moon’s embrace,
Where shadows mock a vanished face,
Regrets as ghosts, both cold and vile,
Haunt the aisles of denial.
In this forsaken, haunted place,
Where time stands motionless, a grim embrace,
The restless phantoms of regret
Reveal a truth none can’t forget.
Fragments of regret haunt the night,
For in the realm of shadows profound,
Where anguished souls and memories are bound,
The weight of choices left undone
It is a curse that haunts everyone.
So, it needs to tread with care through this dark land,
Where spectres weave their mournful strand,
And face the ghosts of dreams untried,
Lest wanderers will be lost where shadows bide.
As echoes of regret persist,
Their chilling grip is like phantom mist,
They weave through memories, cruel and dire,
Igniting in the heart a darkened fire.
In every creak of the decaying wood,
In the damp and disintegrating falsehood,
Lies the lingering trace of those lost dreams,
And the torment of silent screams.
Fragments of regret haunt the night,
Casting their shadows far and wide,
Till the soul is lost in this eternal tide,
Forever bound by chains unseen,
Where regret’s cruel ghosts have always been.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
