Each day I render hollow
Is swift to beckon
To flood my eyes with remorse

Each hour I set adrift
Returns to me, sorrowfully
Brandishing, the dead of night

To cry
“What might have been”
To plague my thoughts
With the ghostly urges I’ve squandered

Drowsing brings
The certain doom of insomnia
And I must bid farewell
To the tranquil sway of dreams