“Dagger”
The winds bring a whisper.
A voice in my head.
Makes images sharper, than
The knife from which I bled.
Past my ears the wind blows
As I drift in and out.
Quietly losing consciousness
Berating myself, the wrong that I’ve done.
A fight with my conscience, I have not won.
Had I been thinking all of my life?
Or just living it, hoping things would go right.
No one is around,
I have run them all off.
“Don’t bother that witch
as she dies in the woods” they scoff.
“She deserves every bit of agony and pain,
her skin and her sins washed away by acidic rain”
My soul does not leave, as I decompose,
It must live in torment forever, that I’ll always know.
The sorrow I caused and would have caused again,
Had I not taken the plunge, with the dagger……..
from here on to be known as, my friend.
