A coffle of regrets shuffling slowly
like shackled prisoners in a line of lament

stinging words that can’t be undone
lies that can’t be untold

trails of betrayals like breadcrumbs
only there is no way back

give me one more chance
one more ride on the merry go round

who am I asking
when I don’t believe

Jesus loves me
or Santa brings tinseled trees

the ebon night swirls in sockets of loss
death nibbling around the edges

reality is overrated
yet I stay because I cannot leave

stumbling on with heavy footed hope
a single note on an empty staff

holding onto life with a death grip
like white-knuckling a roller coaster

riding low in the water
but still wanting what will happen next