Alone I sit,
alone I wait.
My leprous soul,
I castigate.

For mortal sins,
Immortal throes.
Due Inferno,
I self impose.

Faults imagined,
deficits real.
By hindsight gained,
both are revealed.

Ceaseless lessons,
introspection,
provide charts for
course correction.

With guiding stars
to light my ways.
Celestial paths,
purposeful days.

M. Zane McClellan

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