What I Cannot Undo
On the Weight of Irrevocable Choice
I turned away and now I bear the cost
The choice I made returns in every breath
No prayer can mend the moment that I lost
The days are chains that bind me to the past
Each step reminds me of that silent death
I turned away and now I bear the cost
The path grows darker though the years have crossed
Regret consumes the very life it left
No prayer can mend the moment that I lost
I count the hours tally up the frost
The heart beats slow beneath its shroud of theft
I turned away and now I bear the cost
I hear the toll of all that I have tossed
Each memory strikes with merciless bequest
No prayer can mend the moment that I lost
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
I’m a firm believer life is messy, beautiful, and too short, which is why I write poems full of heart and humor. I am an Appalachian poet and cookbook author. My book Beautiful and Brutal Things is on Amazon, Link 👇
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Fabulous work!
Well done! Great phrasing. Loved “count the hours, tally up the frost”