The Hermit

My second poem about the hermit, a tarot card representing regrets. Hope you enjoy!

Regrets.

Piled up in a hoarder's house.

Like heirlooms, passed down from our thoughts.

What we might of thought as intelligent

to leave our harlot mouths

turns into fears of the past

We can remember all do,

and wonder what we could have done

As our eyes look down upon us

And although light sets ahead 

Happiness is in the quest

Our regrets will always follow us

And always remain our pest.

Author's Note

My second poem, about the tarot card the hermit which represents regrets. See the picture to see what it looks like. Hope you enjoy!

Reviews

[Ian H Morrison]

i enjoyed this it rhymes well and the flow is good well done

[M.E.Lyle]

Very insightful. I enjoy how you worded this so that it's easy to comprehend.
And don't we all have regrets that haunt us; some for an eternity?
Wonderful write, and yes, do keep writing.

[Eloha]

Emily this is wonderful, it's so human and a bit haunting.

[Schyala]

Thank you!

[afra]

very deep ....i think you should write more

[Schyala]

Thanks I will :)