Self-Sabotage (Poem)
Self-Sabotage Into this, you rode your thunder horse, equipped with force and fire, awake since dawn to grip the day until its breath expires. You slang your tongue of skillful sword, a steel no wimp can stall, your words are cuts that warrant blood, from slits, it freely falls. Your logic is a melody that sings the mind to sleep and in the dream, it reigns supreme, yet the heart does weep. Remorse, your thoughts deny the feel, instead, it holds the spite, no beast it mirrors, but teeth, it shows, adept declares its bite. You drown in tar, but death is mute, I hear your boastful ballad, the gunk should slow your active flow, reduce your horse’s gallop. You planned no halt, no stumbling route, no wall to end your course, you crumble brick and swallow stone, a point you do endorse. You seek to win and gain it all, the proper way to shine, your light is rich, it shows the wa...