"It's just not fair!" the Rally, "It hurts. It hurts a lot.
Was it something said or done
or something that was not?
A random, baitless, trawling hook
a moment's pause, a second look?"

Regardless,  darkhearted,  red handed  you were caught

From fretting at a spot too long, a dip became a dent
deeper, deeper, darker, with every moment spent
And now the keening, shrill and clear
a warning from within
But heed it not, damn should and ought
and punch right through the skin