I’m starting to think it’s beyond me completely
to get past what went wrong
The sight sends me scurrying in every direction,
unable to face down the impending failure
Better to keep sticking my head in the sand,
clinging so tightly to desperate fantasy
than to meet with the knowing that nothing’s the same
I’ve held on so long to the embers of failure
that my hands are nothing but ash and bone,
and yet I can’t seem to let it all go
Instead I force it inside me so deeply,
left there to burn me when I come across
the smallest reminder of you