It’s not the blunder that burns me
but the failure to face the force of gravity
when your body slams into the floor.
Coincidental circumstance, you contend.
But I see a haunting hubris deepening deception,
ruptured reality masking a mangled mind,
struggling to sustain fractured friendships,
cautiously covering mounting misery,
and sinking sorrow.
How corrupted is your conviction
in avoiding this addiction?