A Stab At Cliché (Poetry)

What can I do
with a ton of regret
but bury it deep
and try to forget?

Try to forget
and maybe forgive
I’ll let the hate die
allow hope to live

And should I fail
in this attempt
the thought was there
it made good sense

It made good sense —
forgive — forget...
but the hate persists
it’s not dead yet

It niggles still
won’t let me sleep
I fear the hurt’s
now set to keep