Solitaire

[ryanjr]

I poisoned the daisies with ashes and butts
while plumbing the annals of Playboys and sluts
I’d been with when I was alone.

I trampled the corpses and walked back inside
to turn on the tv and placate my mind
with voices that were not my own.

At first I thought placate didn't work because there was no guilt or regret, but it is that word that makes the poem regretful. However, its like you paint the character as a bad person who just ignores his/her own thoughts and is only alive for sensory input and the last line reveals them as human not "machine". It is a really interesting poem.