Darkened corners offer little comfort
As a hiding place.
Secret spaces so remote that
no one
Knows your name, your face.
Your alibi is
Suspect, just a rubber band
that’s
Stretched to snap with one
last tug.
Eye’s cast down trying to
deny disgrace.
I was there.
I was witness to your folly;
So unwise.
Gambling your very soul, for
what?
The odds of winning any prize
were
So remote, stacked against
your favor
From the very start.
But I could not convince you
or
Erase the stardust from your
eyes.
Now the knock upon your door
Coming to collect your debt.
Paying with a pound of flesh.
Sad conclusion.
Hard regret.
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