Sometimes

Sometimes
it's best not to think about it.
Just tuck it away
and cover it up with some memory;
a happy memory
to distract the wicked.
It's clearer now.
I can almost taste it.
The scent of fear lingering
at the tip of our tongues.
But wait...who's really to blame?
Me?
You?
The situation?
Come on, relax
live a little;
The world is full of people
who are worse than you and I.

Non-Fiction Collection 2011
©Bobby Ruelas