Captive to the Past

I sit in the echoes of yesterday,  

Chained to the choices I didn’t make,  

Each missed step, a haunting whisper,  

Regret’s fingers tracing every mistake.  

The clock moves forward, but I stay behind,  

Replaying moments in an endless loop,  

What if, why not, if only—  

A web of thoughts that hold me in their grip.  

I mourn the paths I never walked,  

The doors I closed before I knew,  

Now shadows stretch across my heart,  

While time moves on, yet I can't move too.  

I wish for peace, but cling to doubt,  

Regret, the anchor I can't release,  

Still hoping someday I’ll let it go,  

And find the courage to embrace my peace.