Under Cover of Darkness
Week 21
slinking by the side-lines
creeping round the crook
the cat goes where it pleases
when you see it with that look
prowling in its prison
tiptoe through trapdoor
when the cat here wants to play
playing must mean war
I now recollect, with increased alarm
My brazen path, a trail of treacheries
It spurs the urge to run, retire the harm
Left hidden in forgotten memories
I now recount, unease clawing my skin
My careless words, said quick and uncontrolled
It holds the tongue silent, cloaking the sin
Left shrouded in tales of a past untold
I now confront, in fear of the dictums
The damage I have done, unknown in breadth
I'll keep myself alone, far from victims
Till forever buried by death's escape