False Light
by Sam M. Phillips

I’m too tired to even figure out what’s going on,
What went wrong?
I tried to prolong my pleasure,
To mobilise a measure
That could hold me high,
I don’t know why
I thought it could last,
Base blast
Could only go on so long,
Now devil’s prong pokes,
Evokes bad memories
And I fall,
Crawl in my reveries,
Miseries rise,
Man cries,
Lies I was told,
Bold choices I risked,
Whisked away by circumstance
As I tried to take a chance,
I dance too fast,
Ask too much of my brain,
It collapses under stain,
Yet I push my buttons again,
Can’t I refrain?
Well, no, I can’t,
I’m an aggressive abuser,
Utilitarian user,
Peruser of history,
I should be able to decipher the mystery
Of why I’m like this,
Why I miss
Out on some thing
That life brings,
I run rings
Around you in some areas,
In others I’m disabled,
Unable to make myself fit,
I sit down and write,
Conjure up the false light.

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