[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #23. The publish date is approximate.]
[i feel the] guilt for my actions. did I not see her resolve? was I scared? or did I not match hers as I fled onward in life? [scared to give] contemplation yielded to [painful] decision. a forced [one second] attrition to please her. to puppet the rest of my life. snap judgement that now brings pain, like the rope to neck. [will next week] even knowing, will i let it happen? i must so dearly live for that pain. single voice of unheard merit, cry out in musical hell. why can't i explain that i live without her, because of my own shortcoming, not hers. with a 'no' falling off lips, i silently ask you to give me self again. i know i'm so wrong, i know my pain will grow. with that i lost resolve and here i'm damned. to solitude.