Someone's Fault

A short poem I wrote in a few spare moments at work. No editing has taken place.

Foresight isn’t the blessing one might think.
It doesn’t prepare us well for
the inevitable losses in life.
The transparency of man has not helped me to overcome it,
opaque as I am.

Why have I chosen this moment to grieve?
The ineptitude of my personal psychology delights
and astounds the unsuspecting prey.
He soon becomes lost in marshy indifference
of his own making,
and falls victims to my whims.

An apology is in order.