Sonnet Thirteen for Will

What difference does it make if I succumb -/ Enveloped by the noxious clouds that spread / From vicious fires by idiots begun -/ That I am not the one they wanted dead?/ What difference does it make if I am hurt/ By scores of poisoned arrows on their way/ To other dupes - and idiots assert/ That I was not the one they meant to slay?/ I hurled my little life against the walls / Of Bedlam - and my life grew smaller still./ Now, I would gladly wrest me from The Fall/ If I could find me. So, I wait until/ It's much to late for anything but blame:/ What difference does it make if I'm ashamed?