Blame Bloodies The Feet

Blame is like revolving

moving only to go nowhere,

There I found a low place

by shattering vessels I threw there.


There I learned nothing

my anger is like glass on the floor,

I removed my shoes of discernment

so now my pain is so much more.


I threw down what I fancied

that which I lent substance to for sight,

yet turning my eyes from the path

I found myself a painful plight.


Whatever curses I may throw

all still stays the same,

as I do I move nowhere

doing nothing except assigning blame.


It is what I found

when I moved and went nowhere,

a place I created of suffering

now I bleed as I move from there.