Hapless

i paint these scenes
of wretched failing

deemed “self-sabotage”

subconsciously mincing
the ignorance
of their inception

a wavering vice
of weakness

unwilling
to address the fear

that haunts me
when the moon retreats
to plot my next misstep

tread in torpor
culled of cowardice

and disclaim
framed most vapid

pain
of an affliction

sown
then left
for fools to reap

its tainted toll

so hideous

hidden
as discordance
falls upon them
as they are

the ones
whose only inquiry
is sanctioned
by the sky

those toward whom
my only truth
belies itself

through bridges
burning

hapless
just to turn
and face

what fate
succumbs to acquiescence

burden
of my bastardizing

fraught upon
their sacred ward

i swore
not to avow

this servile sword
wrought
by the eve’s availing

sable-sotted
sentiments

abscond
to the abyss
of midnight

[image credit: Kay Nielsen]

Author: Max Meunier

Feminist. Ailurophile. Musician. Poet. Human.

2 thoughts on “Hapless”

  1. Wow. I felt like you weaved us into the woods, which is a maze (love that picture)
    I need to read this a few times.
    “I swore not to avow”…this made me smile. Your wordsmithing is truly something to behold.

    Like

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