The Wound

Like the debt we try to avoid 
in the sea of exposure, it usually 
lurks in the dark and hits you
when you don't see it.

It appears raw, gaping mouth of
a roaring bear; silent menace.
Rebukes you for your negligence.
As the days pass, it shrinks a bit,
but the danger still percolates within.
Eyes on your patience like an enemy in ambush.

the wound slowly closes, shaking head
in the blue tremble, lesson learned hard way. 
we, at times; no fools do it no fools way.
Still, it is the spider in the web, and we are
the wise victims of the night. 

©Byung A Fallgren