Scotch Nights

I look so deep inside that it feels like isolation,

Too far away to now see the reflection,

How can these flaws be accepted?

Fear-

Disguised as doubt,

Theres comfort in playing safe,

Knowing your outcome…

But the regret-

You’ll never outrun,

You reason with yourself,

Asking the new moon-

“Light the way” to keep the illusion that you asked for help,

Theres the tell,

Romanticize the prison of your thoughts-

And you’ll remain.

In your cell.

Alone.