Torn

I'm sorry - not often enough it seems

Still dragging the ball and chain of regret

Too much to count, daily fattening the belly of the beast called mind.

But Here and now is where I am, not there and then

Must cut loose the shadow on the wall of no time and let the illusory  monster follow no more 

It's futile. 

Their life will only end with mine

I writhe in mental anguish snug under the warm blanket of life