I Am My Own Fault

Obsession with possessions
Dawns isolation and the de-production
Of Others and Good Will.
The ordinary I sees only the patterns
It knows and wants to see.
Certainly nothing new, certainly nothing free.
Repetitive patterns of illness, despair
and destruction, there is no me.
Anecdotes in balance can cure, for sure.
I wonder why I can't cling
To the things I know are important to see.
This isolation to things, The de-production of me.
Once the ability to partake in goodness is lost,
darkness is inevitable and destruction is at hand.
I Am My Own Fault