Fault
Ever heard of the blame game? What a simple yet catchy phrase. Sadly, much far from delightful. Dare I add, a sinful haze?
It’s wicked reasoning present in us all. Under an imperfect pointing finger, should one automatically fall? If only each would take accountability on their own. Instead, we feel it becomes a job for the rest to bestow
Though created with a slight rhythm, something I could admire, this familiar concept is quite repetitive; an objective that in technicality; should never require
Any attempts to form a reasonable solution? No, unfortunately not. Intriguing, huh? Ah but I see it’s not so amusing once you’ve been caught
Now don’t get me wrong, at times accusations will be our only option. When justice shall be served and the opposer reaps what he sowed. Just remember to take caution and give way for righteousness to show
However, the blame I’m referring to is a bit divergent. Don’t be foolish, we’re all guilty of insertion. Take this as a sign to analyze your interior. For those who continuously point out the straw in the eyes of others are suffering with a rafter
About this poem
Created this short poem after an argument with someone I sincerely love and admire. I’ve been noticing more and more lately (even within myself) that no one likes to admit when they’re wrong. Though that’s completely normal, it consistently escalates into messy relationships and ruins any chance at enjoyment we can find. Arrogance is something I utterly despise. One of my deepest rooted beliefs is *treating others the way I would want to be treated.* I’m committed to following that motto. I’d hate to become like those that bring me nothing but intense anger. Hypocrisy will never be on my agenda. more »
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