I buried things.
But I don’t recall the sound of the shovel
Turning the dirt and the mud.
Unintended or not,
So let’s get this out in the open again.
The guilt and the shame
And the ugly offspring they bore.
All of the dark churn in my head
As I lay each night
Medicated and prone in my bed.
It’s time to own up
To what we’ve done
And what we’ve become.
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