Addiction to Maybe

After the third glass and fourth awful message 

Sent to a face in a digital void 

The need to unwind began to bind;

Self-love is mistaken for self-mutilation. 

How many years in Hell does it take 

For someone to realize that Heaven is better 

Even if they have to wait 

For God to send a more specific letter? 

You can blame it on an addiction to maybe, 

The classic symptoms of insanity 

Altering the same habits just enough 

To dare believe there'll be different results. 

Or perhaps we all like pain, I don't know,

It reminds us we're alive 

But being alive doesn't mean much 

When a death wish hugs the air. 

Got something to prove,

Our ability to move 

Away from where we've been

'Til we're right back there again. 

How many years in Hell does it take 

For someone to realize that warm fire hurts 

Even if they still have to wait 

For God to reveal all the perks?

Sam Hendrian

ABOUT THE POET:

Sam Hendrian is a Los Angeles-based filmmaker, poet, and playwright striving to foster empathy through art. From writing personalized poems for passersby outside of LA's oldest independent bookstore every Sunday, to making Chaplin-esque silent films about loneliness and human connection once a month, Sam lives to make other people feel seen and validated. More work can be found on Amazon, YouTube, and in various online literary magazines.