Crucifixion

A.W. Nutter Condemning chants from the crowd Final resting place growing nearer Death envelopes, in a dark shroud Plunging toward the final chapter Weight of the rough hewn wood More than a young soul can bear To many voices, so misunderstood The sins of the father, mine to fear Sons and daughters, of the damned Anxiously awaiting, my crucifixion Taste for a new soul being fanned As the priest offers the benediction Hand forced open, exposing the palm Three nails, retribution for imagined sin Tearfully reciting the twenty-third psalm Screaming as the metal pierces the skin The holy trinity watching from above Turn a deaf ear, refusing to intervene Ignoring the prayers from the dove As out of control this life careens Hanging on a cross, life upside down Suffering through life and eternity my fate To another hell, a maligned soul is bound Haunted by memories, devoured by hate