Explanations won’t excuse
being hidden without finding.
What’s needed is courage to say,
“Here I am. Come find me.”
I am inadequate,
you wouldn’t like me.
Free-falling into the well,
that makes a featureless wall.
Deep. Sunk. Fallen.
Surrounded. Pinned.
Cut away from you,
cut away from myself.
Underground,
what’s needed to be said is,
“This is me. Do you forgive me?”
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Submission Name: Stale Terror is Dishonest
