THE CARNAGE SEWN

As this life now quickly drifts away, I'm unable to look around and say, Look at all the difference I've made... Sewn is the carnage I now reep today.. The fields I'm forced to work, like a nineteenth century slave; With only my two bare hands under a sun of a southern summer day... My sweat pouring down like a thunderstorm drops it's rain; As every new day leaves, more and more pain. Captured are all the moments that created this disarray... Ignored was the spiraling, from all your mindless yesterday's ; That now lies before you, like a body in full decay...