Regrets

All this cheap bourbon
Can’t help me forget the blood
I just can’t wash off

Caution

Lessons from the past
Harbingers of the future
We choose to ignore

Refuse

An old cigarette
And me, both discarded trash
That once touched your lips

Relief

I wonder what kind
Of man I would have become
If we hadn’t met

Regrets

Memories of you
Follow closely, taunting me
With what might have been

Millstone

Old memories found
In the back of the closet
Hiding in the gloom

Tears

Tiny rivulets
Reveal traces of pink skin
Down her dirty cheeks

Flood

Unburdened release
Angry swollen torrents rage
Surging towards the sea

Fury

Howling in a rage.
Screaming, I vent my anger,
Then fall silent, spent.