The arrival

you found me lost, within myself too content basking in golden memories of yesterday betrayed by a smile running off in the distance and so, you began to hatch this half-baked, layered cake of guilt decided it would suit me best seemingly blind to your intentions your toxic cargo spilling onto my shores of tranquility knowing, all to well they remain un-guarded, vulnerable blew your horn announced, your cursed arrival: “I know its not your problem, but” damn you damn you to hell….