the first poem i've ever written

Musings

You can taste the cigar
burning you from the inside,
pulling at your conscience
and all you can think about is
ending this all if you could just
succeed at falling over.

You can betray everyone in your
life and lash out at them when all
they want to do is pull you back
from the edge and into the shelter
where they try to make you become
real again.

You want to know the truth. You
want to know yourself. You
accept your failure but you do
not come to terms with it. You’re
prideful, you’re sinful, you’re
mentally unstable.

You want the best but you know
that that’s a vain hope. Still, you
dream because that is all that you
have left. You are delusional but
you don’t care because
the only thing keeping you from
falling is that bitter hope.