Evident Destruction

You bring it on yourself,
you sick human being,
disgruntled in your ways,
you're too disgusting.
You can't stand to be
around what you created
with memories of the good
becoming more and more outdated.
Painting yourself into
the corner you swore against
with such fearsome ferocity
that you momentarily meant,
now that it's to brass tacks
you can't dig yourself out
of the death you've doomed
your life to with every doubt.
Gifts given squandered
and goodwill bridges burned,
a soul more burdened than ever
has nowhere left to turn
but only itself to blame
for the destruction evident
from the miles away that
in a clear rear view is too prevalent.