One More

Caution, but why?
Exhaustion, just from a lie?
There's a million things that I've done and billion more I've yet to try.
This passion, it stings?
All while I beg, for these things?
This thought that I've sought for all at the risk of being caught for... just one more.
One more drink to burn away what's left,
One more pill that only results in the theft of,
One more breath in my lungs to cleft through,
One more mistake that I try to make in the name of trying something brand new.
Is it ever really novel? These thoughts?
Should I really grovel? To undo these knots?
When what's tangled becomes mangled and only muddles up the plot,
the best option's to stop this one more,
before it gathers roots just to become the next bore.
When it's all the same but I expect no new mundanity,
This constant replay of mistakes proves my insanity.
Just one more, before it's too late,
One more, before I meet my fate.
After one more final one more, I'll stand upon the gate.
Both surprised and not that my life was fraught with just one too many scars,
To enter through the door, I fall through the floor, only to sit and watch everybody's one more.

Reviews

[sette]

the weakness in every person when and how to stop is expressed in this poem

[Kay]

The way you portrayed the questions and statements in the lines really highlights "what's tangled becomes mangled and only muddles up the plot". Maybe I interpreted it differently, but I think the poem does a great job of describing how we get caught in a cycle and feel a need for "one more" of a negative thing - though often for the worst. In this state, our judgment is impaired.