The Mistake
Do you see my folly?
It strikes me from everywhere.
Flying bolts of guilt and shame,
See me out and call my name.
You may see them, you may not,
But I doubt it for you know naught.
An assault of unsaid words,
A rush of possible consequences.
What will happen?
That's the point.
Possibilities of actions,
Effects and reactions.
All this burns inside,
Waiting for the moment.
You cannot reveal,
For you fear the truth.
Copyright © Clayton Poole | Year Posted 2011
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