“Drip, drip, drip …”

   I feel as tho I could slip; 

   not to fall, just to falter 

   mistakes unmasked left up at the altar. 

   Why is it that I seem to …

   regret all the things I know

   I can’t undo?

   Darkness engulfs, overpowering me.

   My mind creeping, 

   filling, overwhelming me.

   Wandered thoughts not settled,

   or put to bed. 

   Flickering, deja vu,  

   these thoughts have fled.

   The faucet leaks,

   The wood floor creaks.

   Sounds unnoticed in the light,

  magnified just to spite.

  Past failures, loves, things undid.

  Worries, regrets, feelings I hid.

   Paths not taken for greener grass

  I feel as tho I am the ass!

   To point! To proclaim you were the one!

   When in reality, 

   It was my web that I had spun.

   My regrets, my unheard yearnings,

   they are mine, not yours.

   Even if for the moment, it was you; 

   not I that I had cursed. 

   To an abyss;

   Where thoughts are never taken amiss.

   Not even revealed,

   remaining forever sealed.

  To a slumber, but not to rest. 

   My mind, heart, soul a mess.

   It is here I find solace in 

   subconciousness’ embrace,

   peace and serenity, in the dreams

   I will forever chase. 

   Drip, drip, drip …

   It is for certain I have have slipped  …

  ~ Bridgett