To Crash In A Derelict Phase. Poem by Scott Forster

From sometime ago.



Unfulfilled promises
It's ironic how we fail to live up
To the hopes we throw up as offerings
Sacrifice on the altar, too many flawed thoughts
I know tonight I will not falter
Friends, I'm not alone.


It's all a tactic
walking to the window
you make your move like the game theorist you are
living with a near sight
you're blinded by confidence in your own light
trust me, I am so far from where I dream.
I'm coming apart at the seam.