Regret=A poem

Regret

In this long journey

A companion

who was with me

but I

in my pride

being wondered whole life

all flowers in my way

I crushed

under my ego's feet

collected thorns in sack

thousands sores on soul

and I am tired

now I

want freedom from this

those crushed beautiful flowers

wanna collect

but

in this resolution of mine

same companion

will be with me?