[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Futile Apparition

You stare into the maw of past servitude
And wonder how you fell into the grasp of mistakes
These mistakes have bred and multiplied
They slither around you like venomous snakes
But now, when you glance back is the interlude
And it is these mistakes your eyes must be glued

The impossibility of what you are trying knows no bounds
How can you glance at this past apparition
And try it again, with the same mindset?
It is futile to use this inclination
If you do, your little room will fill with frowns
But it is so simple, what is letting you down

The same thing should never be repeated
Even if it succeeds, what have you achieved?
For when the past apparition glares into you
It is saying: Why do you not leave?
We are so eager to not see the light, we are conceited
This same mindset will not succeed, no matter your bleating

The apparition is standing before you
While you stare, at blank page in your face
Trying to ignore the mountain of failures
Stacking up, cramping your space
You stare at its maw, it is screaming well and true
Yet all you feel is your failure, an abysmal blue

If only you would turn around from your isolationism
Grasp the hands of those willing to help
You memories are just angry memories
Failures black and corrupt
For it is futile, you trying to work with this cataclysm
We cannot solve our problems with the mindset we created them in