The Poison

The poison
Maybe deadly,

But it tastes
So sweet,
like
Like natural
Death,

Un-complicated and neat.

Broken bones
can be fixed
but not this.

Now more
than ever
you want
it to change
but it never does.

Hoping to recapture
what never was.

Permanent damage
that you can’t erase,

being eaten by the
dragon you
once chased.

Better off broken
into little pieces
that will consume
all that you used
to be.

Standing frozen
and trapped,

wrapped too tightly
to maintain.

Unfocused outbursts
of darkness and pain.
Regret is useless, empty and cold.
But so is this.