Regret

Do I regret
Being the way I am
Now?

Do I regret
Keeping my desires
Quiet?

Do I regret
Not being like her
Ever?

Do I regret
Forget keeping in touch
Then?

Do I?
Do I?

Oh,
I don't know
The something
That pushes me forward
Is pulling me
Back and back

That I
Lost my way
Lost my sight
Lost my self
Lost my heart

No,
no,
My friend,
It is not love
or sadness
That distress me.
It is myself,
The hidden part of me,
That no one saw.

The dark recesses in my heart
Where fear lies,
Where dangers lurks.
Where hope fades,
Where safety flees.

Somewhere that
No longer visible
To any eye
Naked or otherwise.
Look.
Feel.
Nothing.