Sad song

If I could write a song,
of regrets and lost opportunities,
its lines would run long,
its heart a bleeding, open wound,
wrapped with barbed wire,
the center pierced, slashed, destroyed. 

The song  would run long,
contain the depths of pain,
far too great for words to describe,
and yet words there would be,
containing tears and sobs.
For my overwhelming angst,
is a film of dark blue,
before my eyes today,
blinding me from seeing the good,
and ignoring the fine.

If I could write a song,
of hope and happiness,
it may run short, mayhaps sweet.
For life has afforded little to be happy,
cherished moments free of pain.