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]


