Undoing

Wasted.

My soul. My time.

I spent all my days

Chafing my fingertips

To make the rope

That would eventually become

My noose.

But had I not done this,

The world would have

Laid me to rest on the road

Where my blood would be

Spilt--

Ground into the dust

By the heels for

The armies that march

To wage war

On our innocence.

Author's Note

Written October 23, 2014

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

You reflect such vindication in the lines...each has a pause just enough to take you into the next clause...and a powerful ending in a relatively short amount of time...a reader must inhale and exhale just as fast as the action that takes place...