My Own Folly

The smile on my face does
Not come naturally
Fighting gravity just
To let a hope flare be seen
My attention span once
Fractured as an addict
Unable to then see
Consistently less than
The beauty all
Around my feet instead
This insecurity
A hot-wired
Knee jerk
Ne’er at a loss to fire
A loose cannon volley
Into a midnight sky
Without even a thought
For impending damage
Sure to come in the wake
Of this whim of proclaimed
Short shackle-torn justice
I saw your slight
And raised you
An unbridled
Razor tongue sin
Before clouds of debris
Drifted off leaving me
Free to see
My own

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