If its self-made
wear the bane of responsibility
a damning yoke
the badge of your limitations
bedeviling scars
stirring pains and dour emotions
seeping weak souls
in lessons of doubts and confusions
blazing in angsts
but but
but but but
a blameless one
assuage in the machinations of evil
where malice
wickedness and blindness are dazzled
by the darkness
of the evil of men and mice and rats
in faultless innocence
the spirit and center holds in calm vibes
the providence of fate
none is promised fair winds in trade winds
blue skies knows only summers
so in rain and storms or starless gales nights
guilt free and unbowed
we whisper vespers in the laps of the gods