Regrets
All this cheap bourbon
Can’t help me forget the blood
I just can’t wash off
All this cheap bourbon
Can’t help me forget the blood
I just can’t wash off
Lessons from the past
Harbingers of the future
We choose to ignore
An old cigarette
And me, both discarded trash
That once touched your lips
I wonder what kind
Of man I would have become
If we hadn’t met
Memories of you
Follow closely, taunting me
With what might have been
Old memories found
In the back of the closet
Hiding in the gloom
Tiny rivulets
Reveal traces of pink skin
Down her dirty cheeks
Unburdened release
Angry swollen torrents rage
Surging towards the sea
Howling in a rage.
Screaming, I vent my anger,
Then fall silent, spent.