AND THIS IS THE PUNISHMENT

 

I get – too lone for some

but not too far, for in

my mind’s eye, I see you

in the fenced up region

of memory. I know you

but don’t care if you come or go

for it is wheeled to the like-not

of your behaviour thus far in this

life of yourn. For you

believe it is better to be lonesome

than envigoured by light. Some

know it and others don’t.

 

 

You gain nothing from each other’s

glory of Life. Nothing comes,

for it is about to fall. May you

be oathsome, for it is about failure

to you, and you do it calmly without

fear as there are no eyes to see but mine.

 

 

I die, you succeed.

 

 

COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2017