Wicked

By HadassahDare

It all feels so unreal,
the night as dewy as a dream.
I think to myself that maybe it didn't happen,
maybe it was just a hazy night vision,
maybe the guilt will wash away
but then the rush of reality, of you.
It keeps my guilt so close to the surface,
keeps my mind busy with frantic thoughts
of punishment, want, and forgiveness
and a neverending cycle begins.
Ecstasy and damnation, round and round.
No rest from the wicked, from myself.

(originally written Dec. 2008)

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Published on Tuesday, September 6, 2011. Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"

Comments on "Wicked"

On Wednesday, September 7, 2011, Devilish (2633) wrote:

That gave me chills... I love the wicked in myself... Exctasy and damnation, round and round, sounds like four play to me!!!!
A former member wrote: You have so much depth. Guilt is as much a muse as anything.
On Tuesday, September 6, 2011, HadassahDare (21) wrote:

This piece really crushes me, and it was hard to share. I was in a very dark place when I wrote this, but it felt so good to let it go into the words. This is why writing is so essential to me.