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.