Languishing,
in the calm embrace
of the afterglow,
of all of my mistakes.
Everything I’ve known
comes into question
in this hazy,
neon light.
I was just so simple;
a Tardigrade,
trying to overcomplicate
itself until I
no longer
could survive in space,
or oceanic volcanic vents.
Extremophile.
Only exists for a little while,
before the world figures me out,
fills me with doubt,
and I forget myself.
What a wrong way
to have been;
lost in the moment,
silently taking it in.
One little change,
one more mistake;
compounding into this state.
Try as I might,
I can’t evolve,
but I can seem to survive,
past everything
being my fault.
I can embrace what’s mine,
face my kind,
and die,
knowing I was once alive.
You will know me
by the results
of my mistakes.
HG – 2020
