Side Pocket

I've often tried
To put my opinions aside
To have them stand
Against the wall
Illuminated only
By dimmest light
Because truth
That mutha-fucka sulking
In the surrounding darkness
Forces me to question
Why I ever aimed in the first place
When I knew
The ensuing ricochet
Would reverberate
Teasing the foul stench of defeat.

But the moment
Begs one to step beyond
Safety within dim spotlights
Which seek to hide the fact
When exposed
Everybody's soul here
Could use a little work...
©2011clarencecbess