Carbon based regrets (meanderings from the past)

I sit alone, yet, not alone.

 Ghosts adorn the walls of my self-incarceration, each portraying there
own ridicule, each demanding a reckoning I struggle, and endlessly fail
to provide.

 The silence is not silence,

but a calling out of projections from the past. These too are the
offering of that which will beseech my attention.

Indiscretions, invasions, ineptitudes.

The silence is aggressive in its pursuit of me

Solar castings of light on the wall hearken a closing to times of
regret, for now, temporary release.

I unchain myself from this place, as i have done before, and  carry forward with
 a perceived and arbitrary peace.

Self righteous Digressions move me to a place of refuge, where the ghosts
decline to do the biding of my consciences desire to rid itself of my own
mortal essences.

I will return again to this place, against free will, escorted by the
silence.

Eventually, gracefully, mercifully, time and a fading reality, will take
my ghosts from me, and with them, will go the regret that was fertile
ground sprouting sweet toxic memories as Lily's among the weeds.

I seek not absolutions, for none exist in flesh and blood

Humanity, not withstanding human nature

For where pain was born, longing had freshly passed. And where
indiscretion is the indictment, a life lived in the moment, is the
commutation

Paradise lost and found at my, and it's own expense.