I have a sickness of regret.
A malaise personified.
A fevered human stalks me,
wraps me in nightmares
in places once safe.
I can't stand in the windows.
I can't sleep with peace.
There's a shadow of doubt
pacing after me.
Accusations, searing, unanswered.
Words breaking my bones.
I try to deafen with silence
but it gets lost in the confusion,
all sob-weary and stone.
A red tide of karma,
what comes around
going around brutal and merciless.
I must ride the wave and pray.
Pray for the law of threefold.
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