![]() The UninnocentA Poem by Andy Lewis![]() A touching fate...![]()
Ailments of a shattered mind, my abortions of past memories conclude me.
Desperate now I gaze into the intolerable void of secluded guilt, my head buzzing, my gut churning. That past, that memory its just a breath, a for told expression of harmful regrets. Hell now, that's what will follow this play. A chess game of pens a knives, scuddled up in my ribcage like a hot iron. I'll drink this last shot of poison before I go, this last taste of death... I can only bare witness to a handful of good deeds and brief moments of imposed kindness. I'm planning on hanging it all here after this last sun sets, let it air out with the stench of this rotting diary. Seconds now, I hear the clock tick. Seconds now and it will be like we had never seen eyes. I can see the shadows gathering around, they can't wait for this ultimatum. Its funny how that is, all this time being a sound and noble man, yet here you are ready for blood. What a strange world I've lived in... I'm told of my crimes over again, like somehow my guilt had let me forget. I'm read passages from the holy fables, in hopes to ease my mind, it doesn't work. "May god have mercy on your soul", I choke, almost time now, cross your fingers. The floor falls away, I feel the wind rushing upon my face, taking my breath my thoughts race in this moment time stops and seconds feel like an eternity. I think of all the people that have passed through my life, I think of my mother, my father, my son's, her I can see her face. A sharp snap.….….….….….….….….….….….….… © 2015 Andy LewisAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() Andy LewisPortsmouth , OHAboutHello... My names Mark A. Lewis, but you can call me "Andy". I live inba small town on the banks of the Ohio river. I've always liked writing ever since I was a child though I'm sure I'm not that gr.. more..Writing
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