Leave It Alone

A poem about not leaving things alone.

I don’t know why I keep doing this. Why can’t I ever just leave things alone? Why must I escalate the smallest of things while creating wildfires out of a lit match? It doesn’t matter if I’m right or wrong, I should just know when enough is enough. The horse is already dead, so why must I chop its head off after the fact? Sooner or later, I’ll walk into the line of fire and become open season.