Spiraling regrets
By james a.. galgano
The same cheap whiskey
And half smoked pack
Of brave adorned cigarettes
The same damn excuses
Of stopping every day
So easily broken every night
Even though you can never
bring back the past
there it forever haunts uncontrite.
An unfortunate untold fact of life
Until it shows unwelcome face at last
Even shadows dancing upon bedroom wall
Send one back to when you could see.
Almost like Dickens wrote about in another century.
But the lessons learned unable to remedy.
The damage done so clearly recalled.
From this sorrowful heart of a lonely room
Which finds you alone with bottle, nicotine and, all?
Until you awake to new days unforgiving light
Captive within your own little purgatory's limbo doom.
Until you are able to escape or finally greet death's call.
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spiralling regrets
PoetrySpiraling regrets By james a.. galgano The same cheap whiskey And half smoked pack Of brave adorned cigarettes The same damn excuses Of stopping every day So easily broken every night Even though you can never bring back the past there it forever...