Guillotine- poem

​Oh, whoops, I’ve lost my head again,

This isn’t the first, nor is it the last,

It’s like we don’t learn from all the times we fell before,

It’s a never-ending loop of mistakes made while depressed,

Always a step back but never one forward that lasts, 

I thought this would be it,

The time we won, 

But low and behold, this wasn’t the time either,

Each time we fall to our knees, I feel the bruises more and more, 

It’s like all the healing I thought I did was just a scab that formed, and once it was picked,

Well,

The wound opened again,

I’ve lost my head once again, and it sucks,

Maybe we’ll climb out once again and make it last a little longer this time, 

Maybe we will stay here in the nether just a bit longer and wallow,

Possibly lose ourselves to the dark side for a while until the light beckons us in,

Or just stay,

At least here, we’re used to the negatives inside and out, 

The void is dark, but we never liked too much of the light, anyways,

The dark is my muse, I would say,

So maybe she will keep me company this time,

To help us navigate through the twists of darkness, 

Through the dark of night,

Maybe in the darkness, I’ll finally find my light, and while doing that, perhaps I’ll be made whole,

But for now,

Dear sweet soul,

Wallow in the dark until you’re made whole.