When words fall

Huddle to myself.

Just taking a breath.

Damage I have done
  is tearing me apart.

Moment of anger,
  mixed with self pity.

Drops falling,
  tears or blood,
 I can no longer tell.

Mouth ran away,
  now I must cope with the words.

So many regrets.

I didn't want to cause pain.

Spur of the moment.

After they have been let free,
  how can you know?

Just that wicked quip.

Soil, once fertile,
  turns to dust,
  when words fall.

Reviews

[Robert Lincoln]

Everything lays a path to the final three lines - which are flawless.
Very nice.

[Jon Roggie]

Thank you, Robert. I've been trying to expand, but this style is still the most natural for me.