Thinking While Smoking

What was once a raging failure seems a petty waste; remorse can weaken. Grazing fire is later, harder, wilder; the fate of man. Black is thought oppressed by guilty feelings fiercely clinging, pressed by life and fearing people. Built he blazing mobs, a thoughtless lie. Built he walls of doubt and reckless anger, built he towers facing east. The sun is now a careless body, hiding cold and pacing. Leave the failure tied around my mind to feel a cut, a scaring left to feed and grow anew by creeping slowly through my thinking.