One bad day

The anger in your soul bubbles
Your thoughts turn caustic.
You mouth is cocked like a nine millimeter ready to fire violent words and phrases.
You thought you were the good guy.
One bad day.
Two pressure pack moments.
Three hard luck stumbles.
Oh you forgave like a priest on Ash Wednesday.
You over looked like a tall man at a midgets proms.
You let by gone by gones.
Weakness.
Your weakness is you temper.
Your vice is the internal pain.
I feel like I might die on this self-imposed island.
How do I change?
I give and give.
People take and take.
Like free wedding cake.
As they lick the icing from my forehead.
I sweat contempt on their tongue.
As they cross the line again and again.
My friend you have given second chances.
Your crime is your pain.
The devil has the keys to your past.
God is In Java surfing and eating tasty fish.
He cannot hear you cries for the waves.
The only medicine I prescribe.
Is to put on foot in front of the other.
And walk on.
Because she ain't coming back.