At night

At night I look up at the stars
and think on what might have been
I think on my choices
chansens not taken
And I regret
I regret my cowardice
and my indecision
I regret the future I killed
All that might have been
But is no more

CURSED be the World that gives no second chance
Cursed be to God for not making me brave enough
Cursed be to God who thinks not of my wants but the worlds
For if not for the good of the world
then why would God have cursed me so?

The night holds no answers
And as always God is silent
Only dreams are left to me
Dreams that in the night carry me away
To paths not taken
Memories never lived
To a world that is ever lost to me

Michaela Bjarnason

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