No feeling bad for leaving you down in a rising ditch,
some way along this hellish hitch,
spell flickered to smidge –
strung well mine inner guilt trip,
tricked dulcet treats...
choked upon forced faults to eat;
tears formless drip,
was I who first, fell from a loosening grip –
face harbors gruesome lips,
warning labels came seconds ahead of fatal sip;
Wished... irresponsibly I did then,
Now... the anguished desiring reoccurs with every dreadful memory left to pen.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
