In the quiet whispers of the night,
Regrets dance like shadows on the wall,
Each mistake a silent ghost,
Haunting the corridors of my mind.

Choices made in fleeting moments,
Etched in time, they linger still,
A tapestry of missteps woven,
With threads of what could have been.

Yet in the ashes of remorse,
Wisdom stirs beneath the pain,
Lessons learned in the heart’s crucible,
Transforming scars into strength.

So let the echoes of past errors,
Be the guide to brighter dawns,
For in the labyrinth of regrets,
Hope awaits to light the way.