Own Worst Enemy

It’s passion that comes to play
whilst moving in mysterious ways
Besieged by ideas
and contrary fears,
I bow my head
and vow instead
to never to lose my soul
to a rack of coals
that I’ve engineered
by all the times I’ve beered
to thoughts of the past
that will always last
‘til i say “FUCKIT!”
and rather write it
in a poem like this
that will never be missed
by anyone
that has never come undone
like me.