The undulation of memory leaves us all
In the shame and guilt of being in chaos.
Am I to compound the hatred?
I think not. In fact, I know not.
But, the world is far from kind.
“Forget it all,” she said in my ear.
She wrote a script for klonipin.
Since earlier today, all has been well,
Yet the nature or reality is still in shambles.
A crime for a head it seems as of late.
Fate in not inextricable with evil.
All I see is sin and misery and finger pointing.
We need a cultural shift to kind responsibility
In which there is no scapegoat for personal remorse.