You once called out my name
But (cheers) now you’re falling down in flames
(tired of all your silly games)
I can’t remember a thing.
As I wake has this all been a dream?
Am I nothing more than a heartless zombie machine?
Swallow the pill,
Captivate your sorrow,
A world of delight,
Shrouded in mystical fright,
Hiding in the jaded distance.
I’d never let go of your hand
For an instant
Peering inside your soul,
I search and find nothing.
The gregarious hole,
The mindless droll,
Its effortless toll,
Out of control.
And Hollow.
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i don’t know if i really understand this… but that’s because i’m not really a gifted reader
but now i’m challenged to use my brain… since it’s a new thing to me! oh to have a brain 
i feel like there’s a back and forth between you and remorse, a conversation… reminiscent of the past. remorse seems personified. alluring. falsely comforting. and yet in the midst of this back and forth, i feel like there a realization of the pointlessness (is that a word?) of remorse, or the bondage of it…
ok that’s my attempt. how far off?
First, let me say that I couldn’t figure out how to put the poem into normal 4 line paragraphs so it all flows, so that may be changing the way you read the poem dramatically and the actual meaning.
Actually I wrote the poem before I could figure out a name. I had various titles and I ended up picking “Remorse.” I didn’t think of the personification but that actually makes a lot more sense for the poem! It’s like the person speaking, then remorse, and then the person again talking about remorse the whole time (and remorse tries to defend itself).
So you are brilliant and you have made the poem much better in my eyes