I tried all the keys.
But I am still locked out.
Perhaps I need a skeleton
Key or assistance of a form I cannot see?
Makes no difference, I admit.
It’s just another letdown.
Another harsh verdict
Where the jury won’t vote to acquit.
It’s in my bones, in my DNA.
The dark streak, the meltdowns
And the bad luck.
Mixing together and sweeping me away.
We all deserve a break, a bit of grace,
At least that’s what I hear.
I wake each day and wonder what
I must do to earn my place.
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