Poetry Pavement

Trolls and Regrets

Trolls don’t sleep at all at night,
They keep their dreams and hold them tight,
Each troll keeps memories in his sack,
Knowing that they won’t come back.

Dreams of bridges, stone and wood,
Memories of where cities stood,
Little crumbs of past regrets,
Promises, and unpaid debts.

Trolls look on with eyes unblinking,
Though you reckon them unthinking,
But their dirty, hairy heads,
Yearn for soft and yielding beds.