Regret

I am not a poet 
I don’t know how to use my words the way they can
I can’t captivate the minds of my friends by stringing them along with the simplest of words 

I am not a musician 

I stood in the crowd 
My feet cemented to the ground 
Just basking in the light of something that would slowly fade 

I could hear the high pitched ringing 
A reminder of a past days sacrifice 

It echoes loud when you call my name 
Hear it ring out from the inside 
Going back to that different place 
And I‘ll make it out this time