A loophole…peace…hope to gain…
A place to hide…to escape the pain?

Yes, this has happened…and that has too…
Regret…of all these things I do.

Where is this place…of which I search?
Standing…bleeding…covered in dirt,

My face ashamed…I am a disgrace.
I guess this loophole…an imagined place….?

I look…your eyes…and find it not there…
Just anger…judgment…devoid of care.

My head in my hands…I beg of your face…
Show some concern…if only a trace…

Afraid…I look…but only once more…
Your back fades…you close the door.

Wretched…alone…this heart cries…
The hope within…silently dies…

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This poem is in response to today’s word prompt, loophole.