No Way Out

17 August 2025

https://poems.culturing.net/2025/08/no-way-out/

I stand accused
    in my own heart,
I face the judge
    of my own vanity

And lo, there is no way out.

My heart is tempered,
    true, and yet I
fear its bouts of madness
    will o'erpower me

And lo, there is no way out.

But love! they say
    can temper even madness,
but we know that love
    is madness itself

And lo, there is no way out.