Somebody Stop Me

"First Degree"



My eyes open.
(Light)

Instinctively I look to my right hand.
Coated.
In blood.
Some dried.
Some still following the creases of my palm.
The right's
"better"
half still tied behind my back,

exactly how I found it.

My eyes water from the sting of the light
With my free hand I catch the tears.
It is cleansed.
For the most part.

Dry patches of red remain.

The muse is in his corner.
I see him
only because the light
does not shine there.

I notice something in his wrinkled hands.
My thoughts.

He toys with and twists them.
As if they were string.
And my decisions but a game of Cat's Cradle.
It's a one person game.
And with so much string...
How do you lose?

Then.
Pain.

A tremor at first,
spanning the length of my body,
leading to a sustained pervasion,
beginning from my heart,
exiting through my fingertips.
Too much for me to bear,
I crumble.

Remember You.

A tremor at first.
Leading to a sustained pervasion.
Beginning at my heart,
building at my fingertips.

Waiting...

And I wait.

For dark.
For Judgment.

For escape from this cycle.

For death...

Without any question.
this is all I could ever deserve
or ask for.

And my bound hand,
my left,



gives no struggle.



And I wait.

But instead of letting me drift to sleep,
You awaken me.
Instead of choking the air from my lungs,
You breathe into me.
Instead of shutting my eyes...

My eyes open.
(Grace)


(I took a step forward today.
But I was facing the wrong direction.
I am not perfect.
But by Grace I am sincere.)


Good Providence