Consequences

The consequences of your actions

Are yours to live with now,

You make your bed to lie in,

That bed of thorns your crown.

The innocent intentions

Are there for all to see

But the consequences ride your soul

For all eternity.

 

The flicker of an eye lid

The twitch of fingertip,

The tortured hiss of larynx

A bloody trickle on the lip,

She lives! She lives, My God she lives!

The rush of cold relief

But a surge of hard reflection

Brands this burgled man a thief.
 
Marshalg
New Plymouth
Taranaki
17th December 2008