Flames of Regret

As I walk forward I cannot help but to turn back, 
And see the footprints each step has left behind.
Fire springs from each mark upon the ground,
Its light is all that I can take in.

I cannot change where each step was taken,
Nor can I see where the next shall be.
For when I turn to the future,
My eyes are still obscured by the smoke.

They sting from the ash.

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