An open letter to those who think/feel (both interchangeable to each other) regret & reflection are superfluous

Marinated thought soup 
   with three handful of letters 
      placed inside 
  a slowly bubbly broth 
the aroma of finely minced garlic
    wafts through the small 
      industrious kitchen 
  it’s slowly replaced with the putrid
    odour of thought corpses on fire
       these are the pinnacle 
   ones which cause damage 
     to the psyche. Regret does 
 not serve it’s purpose to collaborate 
   with pain, the determination 
    and hope (❤️) of open perception
 of how to proceed when faced 
with this beast that consistently 
    darkens an unwelcome passage 
  offer resolution 
    bloom regardless of terra firma
 compound you were splattered on 
    reflection offers a perspective 
  stronger than reality — fear of past 
 wrongs do not frighten me 
     lack of accountability does 

Full luscious thoughts are essential 
  for human health — to simply 
    not think — what went wrong? 
        how can one help effectively? 
 what does it mean to really to gaze
   upon the face of verity and fold, 
      collapse on the cold Mexican 
         marble tile — allow pieces 
   to shatter lose control 

        F*CK ME!

Altered Zen states transcends 
 a light sensation one that reinforces
    and diminishes the darkness 

   Yes, in life there is regret
     also an endless labyrinth 
       worthy of exploration 

    Just don’t end up in the oubliette 
        you may be ensnared
   by the capacity of a juxtaposed 
       melange of hell which forces 
   one to question resignation 
       to raw self worth 

   Not my cup of tea at all 
     actually, no tea
        
       I’m a Root-beer float!