Mutiny
Sifting through blood & marrow
Excavating remnants of my heart
Trying to piece together
The reason for my treason
Nervously sitting upon the judgment seat
Twiddling my guilt away
Beads of blood mix with perspiration
As the adversary begins to interrogate
No amount of negotiation
Can save me from my sins
No amount of apologies
Can erase the pain I've inflicted
Upon so many innocent souls
Time soon reveals herself my enemy
Laying accusation before the jury
Needless sorrow floods the heart
Regret pierces sun dried skin
Cutting sharper than any blade can cut
Frustration finds itself within the constraints of my mind
Leaving me to wallow in mutiny
Before my wake.
Copyright © Skyy Allen | Year Posted 2009
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