Of Regrets, Unfixed Door

a thick wall that stops me from going back,
a locked door that can’t cave,
unable to get back to that mistake,
that I-shouldn’t-have, or why-didn’t I.

oppressive, depressive,
eyebrows furrowing,
wondering what-could-have-been,
if-only.

but it’s impossible to get through a bolted door,
in front of a brick wall,
the past, time.

regret is not the key.

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