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.

Categories: Anger, Poetry, What I'm Really Thinking

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