.
The kind of beauty
you can touch.
Well,
not you.
Not anymore.
Now,
the kind of beauty
that evokes guilt
and shame,
and a shit storm
of emotions
you’ve spent a decade
trying to drive away,
smoke away,
snort away.
Failure.
Failure.
Repeat.
Ever since a young man,
you let emotion
override
your better sense.
Which is a shame, too.
Because, you were always intelligent.
Just not very smart.
Stimulus.
Impulse.
Reaction,
and a vicious cycle is born.
Trust me.
I know.
Bought the ticket,
took the ride.
But now,
all that’s left
is a hollow echo
of regret.
Lonely nights
where you feel like
ending it all.
The kind of beauty
that you have to let go
to save your soul.
The kind of world
that allows that beauty
to exist
is still one
worth living in.
HG – 2022
