Overdose

Ah, too much
Again
I repeat my
Overindulgence
And bask
In an opulent lamplight
That illuminates
In a saturated glow
My faults
My failures
My surplus
Of cracks and holes
Through which
All I am
And all I have
Spills
And spreads across the floor
Till the light
Is less rich than gracious
And I am brought inside out.
Leave me here
Undone and turned
I'll see you at the journey's end
Provided of course
I don't indulge
Again.