Regrets

Step one and the hair on their neck stands up.
Note one and they sword dance up your throat.
Blink one and it's not a nightmare, they're still there burning you.
Heartbeat one and it's deafening.
Breath one and they stab your soul.

Then two.

Then a thousand and they're still there. Their taunts, always unanswered yet never ignored. Their qualms fuel the fire. Your efforts, finally true, Herculean indeed, late forever, however. Their only demise, a chance to unhurt your life, your soul, your world. But they, forever lingering, 'cause perhaps your life, your soul, your world. Left, and aren't coming back..

Only regrets remain.. Haunting your steps, your notes, your blinks, your heartbeats, your breath...