In every single attempt
to reach out and touch life
to reach out and touch love
to reach out and touch reality
I pull back with a handfull
of regret
and self-loathing.
It doesn't last long.
I manage to wash my hands of it.
I manage to continue.
I manage,
but that is all.
Bad luck follows me
like a dog
that's lost it's way.
I love life.
I just don't love mine.
Erica Francis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-don-t-regret-either/
