Self Destruction Poem by John Sensele

From your slumber, arise
Don't let your world grow cold
Dreaming on life you can spring a surprise

To multiply your chances a hundredfold
Indulging in unproductive escapades
That put your future on hold

When you can't call histrionics spades
Chopping piece by piece copper hoes
So weak they dig up no worthwhile grades

You dream swim above toes
Grown callous from walking streets after streets
In search of gangrenous glows

Fantasies pack up in tepid tweets
Teeming with bundles of pipe dreams
That summersault in fantasy fleets

Cruising in incinerated issues
Conflating dream and reality
Flying in blizzards whose world views

Assault humility and agility
Yielding no appointments
As to rearguard you confine versatility

In preference for cantakerous comments
Wealthy in verbosity but poor in execution
As bit by bit you invite tortuous torments

The more you embark on a self defeating mission
Where you appoint yourself defence counsel and prosecutor
Ramping up friction upon friction

Thereby repining not
Your lack of remorse
As stirring up embers that grow hot

Beneath hooves of the horse
You ride, ride and ride when reality you deride
Uttering messages in Morse code as your voice grows hoarse

The more you flaunt upfront your puny pride
In the face of defeats beneath your feet
As on the ruinous boulevard you ride and ride.