How many times can I fall
for a different version of the
same mistake?
I trip & I tumble,
then I stumble,
my self-worth away.
What can I do to feel brand new,
revive the smile on my face?
I've been broken down before,
but this can't endure another day.
I'm free-falling, and failing to be free.
I am living life inside a bubble,
and I'm in trouble, but I stay humble,
to save myself from the insane.
See, I've been down some streets
that seek to steal the shine right
from these big-sad brown eyes;
conquered all my monsters,
defeated demons, and danced
with dragons, darling—
I've dared the darkness to be brave.
Cracked, and I crawled, in combat,
collected every single crown,
to claim the war in my own name.
Correct if you think I commanded
mountains, oceans, seas, and lakes.
I caught the criminals before their crime,
ambushed the armies at their gates.
Yet still, somehow, I seem to stack
my odds against the victory, the
sweetness of success.
Slipping away, I stumble,
singing sirens to their deaths;
so stubbornly, I sacrifice my
own need for luxury,
to secure a stranger's desire
to dress to impress.
Each opportunity to raise my spirits,
seems to be a chance I take to rise,
to raise the securities of someone else.
A sequence of silly me, the saint who
stains his own soul for the salvation of
society.
I am not their goal,
their toll is not with me.
Unable to make them whole,
I am not any more or less unholy.
So although this is a series of
the same old same, stuck in a loop
that's on repeat, it seems to self-identify
in different ways,
it's appearance may change
but it plays an old familiar. ancient game.
Unless I learn the lesson,
there will never be a new subject,
sentenced to suffer stuck, like supper,
in some spider's web.
Smoking I smoke and I
I'm smoking I smoke and
I'm smoking I smoke
I'm smoking to stay sane.
Puff and I puff and I'm
puffing I puff I'm puffing
I'll huff and I'll puff and
I'll blow the house away.
Foggy,
it's dark
and it's gloomy,
this haze that is looming
leads to another cloudy day.
I weave,
and
I wave, and
I rant
and I rave,
I'm riding out
this wave.
Slipping,
I slide,
I trip,
I fall
into the hungry mouth
of an open grave.
And if I recall correctly,
I crawled directly
into this cave.
I used to have it all,
the money, cash, and coins t
that I could crave.
But that was before I learned
to burn, to bend, to break
in order to be brave.
Accident-prone yet bulletproof, resilience courses through my veins. After plucking out the shrapnel from my own Hell-Bent self-destruction, all I was left with was me. Through embracing my darkness, I found the light. Here lie a sordid collection of POETRY, PROSE, AND REFLECTIONS on the traumas & triumphs along the way.
Thursday, June 17, 2021
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