Graveyard of Regret

She sits
Quietly and
Broken
On the dark
Chilled earth
Of the graveyard
The Graveyard of Regret
Her damp palms are
Clenched tightly around the
Browned stems of a small
Bouquet of
Wilted daisies
She steps forward to the
First tombstone
Crumbling before it and
Leaving a single flower
On the lifeless
Grey
Stone
The name reads that of her
Grandfather
A kind and
Wise man
Who she never paid
Attention to
Who she let spend
The last year of his life
Locked away
Alone
Abandoned
Staring at the stars on the
Small white porch of
His cage
Every night
Wondering where his
Family was and
If his life meant anything
Anything at all
To anyone
He
Loved
Crying secret tears because
He was
Forgotten
She steps up
From the first tombstone
A single knife
Embedding in her soul
She kneels
Slowly slowly slowly
Before the next two
Gently pressing
Individual daisies
To the names that are
Carefully carved into the
Bitter
Hated
Stone
Those tombstones that
Read the names of her
Parents
Her mother
A kind but strong woman
Whose love was unconditional
And whose words were wise and
True
She who would always
Listen
Her father
A tired man
Hardworking and burdened
For his work never ended
Yet he still smiled at her
Whenever she approached
Him
But
She had fought with them both
A childish bickering over some
Insignificant thing
Right before they’d
Died
Rolled off a cliff
Trapped in a cage of tumbling
Metal
Battered and scared and praying
That their lives
Would not
End
But they did
And the last thing she’d said to them
I hate you.
And now she must bear that weight
For all of time
Three knives
Embedded in her
Heart
She stands shakily
Moving to the final
Tombstone
Which reads the name of her
Little brother
Who died just
One year ago
He was such a kind soul
Too kind
He let the world overwhelm him
And it did
It hollowed him out
Stole his hopes and dreams
Broke his trust
Until all he had left was a phone call
A phone call to his big sister
Who replied with
“I’m busy”
And hung up
Ended the call
Ended him
He didn’t wake up
The next morning
For he had tried to fill
His empty self
With
Pills
Four knives embedded in her
Mind
It’s a graveyard
A Graveyard of Regret
Regrets that can
Never be appeased
Not even on the day
That she will lie in the
Dirt
Made damp by her
Tears and
Remorse
Next to those who she loved
But who
Never knew that
And
Never
Will

-Megan M. Phillips

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