It’s me who is at fault.
I have crossed this path so many times,
I should know better than to feel safe.
Even in the warmest embrace
of a not-quite-yet-lover,
under steel hatch roofs
with melodic raindrops
ever threatening above.
Fall back unto my oldest catchphrase,
so maybe I can sate the depression
growing in my chest again.
Feed it so it can come back later,
the snake is to blame,
The Lion’s Sin of Pride