Untitled: Reason Poem by Kevin Mireles

I believe I sense
a growing depression
upon my consciousness.
It is forming an imprint
on my mind
with images surpassed,
heavily weighted
with regret and ego.

I know my body
shows signs of its toll,
but I cant seem to let go
of seasons lost.
Time tossed aside
for a temporary smile.
I must be dead.

Life cannot exist within
this realm of self pity.
Pathetic swallowing
of trivial days spent,
completing nothing
because I refuse
to compete for something.

I excuse all my failures
as failures made by the world,
their failure to recognize
my insecure point of view,
their shortcoming of moving
opposite to the way I move.

If I could, magically
transcend this moment
and transfer myself
to a majestic place;
unwavering to the past
not yet eager for the future.

A place where it only takes
a single moment,
one monumental second
to create a lifetime
of happiness,
I would choose to be there.

Only for one reason.
I cant seem
to make me be anything
but broken here.