False Embers.

its particularly disturbing
when one realises he is actively acting
the stereotype he once wished
could be left alone, but it seem to keep recurring
as though the one hand he has been dished
is the only in the pack.

and if not a little preturbing
he secretly delights that his reisanne-detré
seems to be be more fixed
and the he’s not alone, tired of flirting
with the false versions of himself that have tricked
him into trying to hold them back.

yes he’s fed up of sparking
up the latest tree wanting the falsity
of someone elses dreamed
up skies, no better that he alone, keeps on stoking
the flame that already burns up the confusion
of the half baked schemes, to black.