In the depths of the accusing mind,
Whispers of doubt and suspicion unwind
A web of judgment, so unkind,
Where truth and reason become confined.
Every word, every action analyzed,
By the fearful thoughts that terrorized,
Casting shadows where light should reside,
In the accusing mind, truth subsides.
Like a prosecutor in a courtroom scene,
Pointing fingers, fueling the machine,
Seeking flaws, no chance to intervene,
In the accusing mind, fairness unseen.
It seeks to find fault in every act,
Plumbing the depths, never holding back,
Turning innocence into a twisted fact,
In the accusing mind's relentless attack.
Yet, let us not succumb to its sway,
For truth can never forever stay,
Buried beneath the accusations it displays,
In the accusing mind's game of dismay.
Instead, let understanding and compassion flow,
To quell the fires that the accusing mind throws,
Embrace empathy, let wisdom grow,
And silence the doubts that the accusing mind knows.
For in the end, it is love that will prevail,
Disarming the judgments that so often assail,
Opening our minds to a wider tale,
Beyond the confines of the accusing mind's trail.