Blame
when it happened,
when s/he did it,
for those that considered
themselves to have
known him/her,
it devastated,
because death is for the
living,
any way you slice it---
and this particular death
had been coming for
quite some time---
it had been gaining
momentum &
though the eyes watching
began to multiply,
no one did a thing to change
the way the dice were falling---
there was more talk behind
her/his back,
but not a word was said directly---
it was
as if
they all
were happy
to be watching
a car crash in
slow motion---
and while waiting for the carnage to
come,
nobody flinched,
nobody revealed even an iota of
self-awareness,
knowing full well that when it was
too late,
that the blame would be a constant
reminder
of just how horrible it is to be
human.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2013
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