Afterthought

The afterthought
Lingers in your brain
Like the tempo of a slow train…
…shoulda, coulda, woulda…shoulda, coulda, woulda.

The afterthought
Paints on your heart a stain
That dries to the mark of Cain…
…shoulda, coulda, woulda…shoulda, coulda, woulda.

The afterthought
freezes you in pain;
your limbs, they abstain…
…shoulda, coulda, woulda…shoulda, coulda, woulda.

The forethought
Frees you of the chain
That binds you from any gain…
…should you, could you, would you be humane?

Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.

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About Shainbird

"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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3 Responses to Afterthought

  1. billieazahir says:

    I love the lyrical quality of this! Beautifully done. 🙂

  2. Shainbird says:

    Thank you, Billie!

  3. cindy knoke says:

    you write so beautifully! kudos~

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