Ten Thousand and One
I have counted
Vigorous regrets -
Ten thousand and one,
Measured them
Mile for mile,
And anyone can see
They own me now.
My goodness
Was liquefied
When first I commenced
To commit carnage
In the name
Of a just cause.
Standing in the blood
Of a stranger’s child,
I lost faith in myself;
Consumed by the enormity
Of what I was doing.
Watching the energy fade
From my victims’ eyes,
I packed my heart in ice,
And waited for madness.
Thus, the shame
By which I die
Ten thousand and one deaths.
Each riddle wants me,
Surrounds my emptiness,
As I embrace my atrocities.
Copyright © Pamela Davison | Year Posted 2005
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