Misplaced

I was roaming
in the corridors of my introspection
and tripped over a dusty repentance,
and lost a flashlight.

I’m lost, – I admit!

In this maze of
rabbit holes,
dead ends
and secret chambers,
and doors leading to nowhere.

Misplaced.

I should have applied for a dispensation,
but I was too arrogant
to fill out the form.

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