Incomplete

By HadassahDare

Coming down from the highest high
What felt so exquisite
now feels like slime sliding over my skin,
regret taking over me,
drowning in grief
mourning for what was once me
utterly lost in my head, in what I did
old demons taking over me,
old needs holding my thoughts hostage.

(written Dec. 2008)

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Published on Friday, September 9, 2011. Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

Comments on "Incomplete"

On Friday, September 9, 2011, dwells (4177) wrote:

Old comment from me but still true as ever - " our minds create our own private Hell; more exquisite than any devil could ever conjure up" thinking John Milton maybe? Thanks for sharing this.
On Saturday, September 10, 2011, HadassahDare (21) wrote:

Thank you for reading and sharing.
A former member wrote: Regret is a damned thing. Thank you, again.
On Friday, September 9, 2011, Devilish (2633) wrote:

Whoooo I swear I fell ya!!! old demons taking over me, old needs holding my thoughts hostage... YES!!!