Shame

Is one invasive feeling

Think after

Seems to be the motto

You know

You start

You don’t stop in time

The adrenaline of it

The sour after taste

What’s done is done

And has to come

To means with it

A behavior doesn’t just change

Till you replace the pillars

Or address the fundamentals

Alter the dreams

To ease the nightmares

Black skies ahead

Bearing falling rot

In a pressure cooker

Low skies that is

The turmoil

Of the aftermath

As the anguish

Draws nearer

And nearer

To the happening

The unacceptable truth