What Did I Do?

A Poem

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i’ve never been good
at the odd metaphor,
and maybe that makes me
more than a lousy poet

(but i digress)

the truth is
i stand at the altar
of judgment
and wonder

what i did wrong

why did i sit
in an asylum
made from
someone else’s whims?

why, as i waded
through a vat
of what was or wasn’t real,
did you stand unconcerned?

i would rather have been
by myself
in solitary confinement
than wondering

all these months
all these days

why i suffered
in silent grips,
vices of another kind
pulled like a veil over my lids

i still don’t know what i did
to incur someone’s wrath
against me