Regret

Regret strikes me every moment 
Like the three hands of a clock.
It does all day and night,
From dawn to dusk, midday to midnight.

I have started weighing in regret units.
It was 2020 regrets the last time I checked,
Like some year of misery or a teenage tussle.

A desire to right every wrong 
Strikes every night just before bed,
Searching for the lost moments,
Like the dream movements of eyes.

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