Regret

Sitting among the watchful chairs of silent ears
and quiet peers, a deep-holed sadness
fills the space of discontent discarded, trace
the knowledge of the future lost from passive choices, the cost
I was yet unaware -- or rather the care of thought
disregarded in favor of milder passings that bought
me nothing but this deep-holed sadness
that fills a space of passions misguided, save
a tiny seed of hopeful pain to regain what could
have been today -- a future not yet lost.