Danger is the stranger that leaves us curious enough to look closer…

Scorpion's Sting
by Michael Romani

We stain our souls
In our house of pain
Nothing left to console
As we flail against the strain

Venom of the scorpion calls
Into the veins filled with danger
The truth of claws sells
Even as we remain strangers

Seldom stopping to observe
We somehow miss the wonder
Perhaps it is what we deserve
Ricocheting blunder to blunder

Someone has to care for the broken
Those shattered; those shunned
These words so seldom spoken
Rest outplayed and outgunned

Peer into the looking glass
Among the dusty cases
Where the curious might pass
Before the trap embraces

(c)  March 16, 2019   Michael Romani
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