Regret

A small corner of my hippocampus holds a space.
A dark space of punishment & little grace.

A small dark corner where my evil deeds are kept.
A shameful space soiled with tears wept.

A hidden stash of deeds I’m forever lamenting.
A small corner teeming with bad parenting.

A wayward thought & the dark space comes into the light.
A memory of bygone deeds & those I did smite.

A silent moment of reflection & self loathing.
A moment where I’m a wolf in business casual clothing.

A vile memory that I force into its designated spot.
A silent dreadful corner that must stay hidden or I’ll rot.