begone, foul spectre;
shimmer of past shames
mirage of memories and
missed opportunities;
haunt me no longer
you pitiful leech
who threatens my ego
and abuses my id;
flashes of failures fly by
reaching across my retinas
like the bony arms of
the reaper,
dragging me across the river styx.
regret, regret, regret.
About the Creator
Reid Christmann
Filmmaker | Designer | Composer | Creator
Work in videography and editing, novice screenwriter branching out into poetry and short stories. Check out my other work at reidchristmann.com
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I love your use of alliteration here.