Ghosts, a poem

 Words can't be taken back

Easily the hardest thing to master 

Wondering how it might have been 

Regrets, like ghosts;

Wandering in the recesses,

Finding past mistakes 

Friends lost,

Broken comradary,

Shattered dreams of forever 

Regrets, like ghosts;

Forlornly remembering,

Good times

A hard word, a rude tone,

Said to those we love

Over what? A small thing

Regrets, like ghosts;

Of a word, a thought, an action,

Spiral into the void 

Fresh day, new prospective,

Take it as it comes

No looking back

Regrets, like ghosts;

Haunting the mind

In the middle of the night