Do you wonder about misery,
I don't...
...worry about seemingly unrelated things
But now it is upon me
And I look for a reason.
Hidden and locked
in the recesses of excuses
made up for lack of courage.
And the reason...
...it stares at me
from every gap available.
Screams and blames, recites
an age old adage
..."for the lack of a nail..."
And I hide.
But the guilt streams through
investigating every nook
before finding me
crouching under beds
shivering in fear
of being exposed,
laid naked,
condemned, accused for
being.
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