Imbecile

~~~5/16/14

Not until recently

Did I realize

That I have made myself alone.

Even now,

With my decision to write

Instead of speak,

I have hung myself

By the ink of my pen...

Feet dangling,

Soles worn.

Thus I burn,

Ankles shackled like those

Of my predecessors. 

The cicadas sing

In the trees above,

My wind-assaulted body

Hanging where my woes reside,

Suspended in the space around me...

Feet dangling,

Soles worn.