flinching won't help in poetry

black rags worn in mourning
red flags flown in warning
that forgotten arm laid
you flat-out in the ring
and stole away your love
or the phantom ripcord
with the broken strings
that’s falling from above
off steering into the skids
instead of hitting the brakes
acceleration on top of the ice
instead of admitting mistakes
demons put out the fires
to attempt their suicide
kid icarus had it easier
just had to get too high
everyone has got their pain
and their reasons their own
everything’s got its season
everyone’s just mostly alone