Rolling on so much and I thought
I was stepping up rungs, leaving behind
my breakdowns and crumbled events
long in some kind of dust,
but I was wrong.

These frames were the building block
for a cage, containing the snake
of my destruction,
coiled and waiting,
tail spiralling back to my very start,
my beginning of collapse.
Patient it prepared, knowing that
I would step and slip and slide
all the way to the bottom into
the waiting chasm of defeat.

I am undone, laying here,
human heap of mess, a pathetic
pile of idiocy and stupidity.
I was supposed to spot this,
to notice this coming long
before we got to this stage again,
I am abject objective failure,
and I am weak.