Molten Thoughts

A horde of hateful, horrid, haunting remembrances

Regrets,
Like embers burning,
Festering
In recessed places,
Of my mind.
They should be,
Thrown away.
Sacked not saved.
Yet in here,
They remain.
These past regrets,
Like unpaid depts.

A horde of
Hateful, horrid, haunting
False remembrances.
Oh what a pile,
Stretching then
Up nearly a mile.
A million memories of
The paths not taken.
And lest I had
Who would I be?

And would he be,
The he I dreamt
And still yearn to be?
Or would he be,
yet another me?
Doubting the route,
The choice at the fork.
Mind lined with
These molten thoughts.
Burning inside to be
More than
Absent memories.