The Flaw
Somewhere in between
Something done and something unseen.
Like cold turkey moving onto clean.
Fears transfixed on where I’ve been.
Hiding a frown.
On the up but looking down.
Lazing in my Dressing Gown.
Dreaming of beyond this Town.
Wasting days.
Watch TV with eyes a-blaze.
Feeling hope behind my daze.
Tell myself it’s just a faze.
I’m broke.
Surrounded in a cloud of smoke.
Regret in my throat as I choke.
Just one more toke.
Like a chore.
Something I do more and more.
It’s encouraged by the flaw
That presses hard upon my core.
without a doubt,
I’ll find that flaw and rip it out.
I’ll cry and pray and scream and shout
Until that flaw I am without.












