Falls upon falls.
"From the pot to the fire,"
then backwards, and then
again like that.
If pride
had not meddled,
how many more times
I would have stood up again?
But I pushed myself to the limit
more than I already was,
again and again, alone,
always, alone.
I turned my head
instead of looking into my eyes
and telling myself that I had to act
for fear of the consequences.
The world crushed me
but I sunk myself.