Temptation watches from afar.
It lurks, patient, and shrewd.
Knowing best,
it will come from the shadows.
It has many masks, and with each one,
pulls the rug from under my feet.

A familiar fall,
comes with new hurts.

Laid out, not wanting to rise.
Since resolutions are meeting demise.
This time I lay, whispering "whys."
Feeling the ground, ruminating lies.
Breathing in and exhaling defeat.
The cherry of this Winston, my only heat.