True Regret Poem by Malaya Roses

That land was mine,
That soil was mine,
But the truth was unknown,
Upon lies and deceits,
I wrote some heinous fame,
Dance on the flame of vanity,
Naked,
My pages are wild,
Rush the games of lust,
I made the white goes grey,
And I become a hunted hunter.

On my land,
On my soil,
Catching me was a human,
Tiny life of months,
Ultimate existence of dream,
I made my sorrow for today's,
Harrow,
Plow of flow,
My river of regret is on rage,
See me,
Embrace me,
A bitter truth,
My rusty faith might be the failed,
A disappointing love.