I am                Jacob Marley’s ghost.
 

Forging links out of
                   should haves
             and                  shouldn’t haves.
 

Somehow
         I’ve managed
                          to build miles of chain
          draped across my shoulders

wrapped around my torso
               dragging behind my feet.
 

I rattle my regrets
                   and howl at my mistakes

and finally recognize
               that the best you can
does not protect you
                         it                 merely
               directs you to Hell

via                
     the scenic route.  

May 2007

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