Written by: Clayton Poole

Do you see my folly?
It strikes me every.
Flying bolts of guilt and shame,
Seek 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 truth you cannot reveal, 
For you fear the truth,
And the wounds it won't let heal.