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.