Walking Into My Own Trap-v2

Sluggish heels betray my thoughts

on a faded landscape,

dragging along as the

fleeting sunlight

shuffles into its past.

The judicious retreat of the skies

has been summoned

defining their solemn retreat

along habitual paths.

Daylight trudges over old battlegrounds

with timed haste

being eternally trailed by its opponent

stretching to seize it; all swept away

like the remnants of ancient memories.

What was and what may have been

long disposed of.

The day is mortally purged

by its callous antagonist,

pursuant of its fate

before time could count itself;

leaving me in its aftermath

to languish in a calm storm

darkening

and isolating me in

my private echo chamber.

Increasing my solitude

and assessing my being,

questioning my intentions

and judging my worth,

forcing my mind and thoughts

to surrender unconditionally

to self-judgment.

On a trial of my own creation,

my own judge, jury, executioner.

Wondering…remembering…condemning.

My postcard reality

confronted like an intruder.

I knowingly sacrifice my autonomy

to a scathing mind,

dripping in red pen.

Forcing me

to see everything without looking,

as shreds of my past ruins

swarm and assault me,

an endless array of oppressive reflections,

tragic mistakes,

mockery,

thrown at me

like accusations of criminal intent

prophetic in their appearance

accurate in their discernment

murderous in their commission.