By Janet Wolf
The weeping house cuts the knot, you run now.
No escape, just truth.
The agony and despair, in your beautiful eyes.
I call you now, and hug you not. You cannot bare a human touch.
I cry in panic, insanity takes over, and the gear goes forward.
A sobbing voice behind me, I sense and look beside me, I see you.
Run free for the last time.
You are dead now.
I burn the heart that no longer beats.
I come home to my strange face that I cannot see.
I dare not sleep.
Too much to hide, too much to remind me.
Nothing but wet mud, muddy shoes that have seen too much.
No blood, Just conviction.
Too soon for suicide, but not unforeseen.