And I did it to myself
The flourish of words forever in my mind
Burned at the stake of reticence and modesty
And social impunity perpetually guilty
Suspended in the silent quotidian grind
Imbibe me with conviction and beauty and grace
And a lifetime of rumination pending
Waiting for the moment of belligerent debauchery
To escape the cage and fly and falter and fall
To grovel and repair and grovel and repair
Abashed and humble and reticent and modest
With a sickening cyclicality
It’s terminal
And I did it to myself
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Ruminations
PoetryA self-inspection from a young person on the cusp of adulthood filled with brilliant ideas and thoughts and feelings and mired with perpetual social anxiety and a binge drinking problem.
