The View from Death’s Doorstep

Something I can’t fix

A hint I may have somehow missed

That alone sends me into the abyss

How asanine am I?

How embarrassing it is to ask

Let alone if someone somehow uncovers this embarrassment

I should have been vigilant

I should not have fallen for it

I am better than this

How did I miss?

How did I not save myself from this?

Who am I if not someone who prided myself on disallowing this?

Petulance.

Silly dumb stupid shit.

What a waste to make us this

Nonchalant countenance

How do I make up for this?

Who and what must I champion?

I knew better but

After all it is what it

Forced itself to be

I cannot live with this

I refuse to live life indulging in this

Life has gone amiss