Regret

Sometimes I feel trapped,
sinking deep into myself,
By choice I let the penny drop,
just to see how far the bottom is,
And then I hold regret.

The feeling of uncertainty,
knowing that when it hits cold stone,
Noise will echo through my bones, 
but instead it's silent.

I feel myself sink further into the ground,
Clawing away from the glinting copper,
Call it self distruction,
But it's the fear of wishes.

It's every promise thats been broken,
striking in my stomach like steel to flint,
but instead of passion fires,
it's a slow and unforgiven burn.

I feel the heat in my core,
slowly churning me brain dead,
untill all I can wish for,
is to never have dropped the penny.