Stains of Regret

I scrub at stains
Long since forgotten
By swaths of pain.

A mark of failure here,
A result of forgotten dreams there
Where they lie.

Struggle and misfoot
Mistaken in the rubble of genius.
Scrub clean remembrances why...

Filth of ruined thoughts mistook
Clean it there, and thus
Nothing could have gone awry.

There is no blemish left to see
Silent in dusty death, lost dreams be.