You Can Run, You Can’t Hide

Darkened corners offer little comfort

As a hiding place.

Secret spaces so remote that no one

Knows your name, your face. Your alibi is

Suspect, just a rubber band that’s

Stretched to snap with one last tug.

Eye’s cast down trying to deny disgrace.

 

I was there.

I was witness to your folly;

So unwise.

Gambling your very soul, for what?

The odds of winning any prize were

So remote, stacked against your favor

From the very start.

But I could not convince you or

Erase the stardust from your eyes.

 

Now the knock upon your door

Coming to collect your debt.

Paying with a pound of flesh.

Sad conclusion.

Hard regret.

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