Undone

If only time were not etched in stone
but instead, just scrawls of lead upon the page's surface,
to be erased and rewritten.
Give me my mulligan, so I can take back
my failures and set the course straight
once again.
Allow me to purge this pain from my memory,
as dreams that fade into oblivion.
Take away the sting of my regret
which burns every time my wounds are reopened.
Silence the echoes of my anguish;
may my words go unspoken;
may my deeds be undone.