Strange That I Do Not Regret

13 March 2026

https://poems.culturing.net/2026/03/13/strange-that-i-do-not-regret/

Have I failed, perhaps in the worst possible way,
growing angry right when love was needed?
I proceeded by instinct, and maybe it led me astray.
I can claim it was needed on my end, to sort out
my own growing pain, but it may have been harmful to you.
Desire is a cruel master, and one I have often shunned,
but in this case I let it consume me, and run itself
all the way through me to ground. But I do not regret it.
It's strange that I do not regret it.