Regret Grows Like Devil’s Ivy

This poem was inspired by Vijay Seshadri, and specfically his piece Memoir. Please support Seshadri’s original work as mine was heavily inspired by Seshadri’s talents. Give the piece a read as it is fantastic! Thank you!


Orwell says somewhere
No one will ever write
The true story of
Their life.
No one will ever write
The true story of their life
Because behind us all are walls
Built of shame and guilt and regret
And while I can accept parts of my past
I can never accept that the mistakes
Are part of my heart all the same.

No one will ever write
The true story of their life
Because Oh, God, how could you
Do something like that
Knowing we bleed
All the same?
Because Oh, God, how could I
Be so selfish and unkind?
I promised myself I would be true
But I have been false
And because of me,
Someone bleeds.

Orwell says somewhere
No one will ever write
The true story of
Their life,
And he did not lie,
For I stand before the mirror,
Thinking on my life,
And staring into a pair of eyes
I do not recognize.


All photography shot by Hazel J. Hall. I wrote the majority of the poem, but I believe the credit should go to Vijay Seshadri for inspiring the piece as a whole.
Thank you everyone so much for the support! I am very thankful towards everyone for supporting my blog as of late.


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