Self Inflicted

She was free'er
Than I would eer'er
allow my self, to be
and I hated her
for it,
and I tried
to take her down,
my guilt,
like poison,
to her veins.

But like a woman wanting,
she held on,
why, I cannot tell,
but she comes back,
from time to time,
to visit this old,
wishing well.