silly little games.

and we fall like dominoes,
one
by
one,
nudging the next to its final destination:
ground.

hard ground,
tasting of dust and grime
and the times we ache to forget.

but it was just a tiny push,
just a single chance
in hopes of perpetuating a teetering balance,
in hopes of extending a step into the unknown,
...in hopes of success.

but now,
now, this failure
tastes more bitter
than sweet success
ever could.

not again,
no, not this again.
these thoughts must stop.
the self-depriciating instinct of me
cackling in the background,
ravishing in its newest argument.

but i am determined to lay deaf to its words,
to refuse every enticing offer
and to thwart every scheming plan.

oh, lord, give me strength to say no.