devil's disciple

in the final analysis 

where the sun meets the horizon 

behind the mountains looming 

and saguaro with their wisdom 

the breeze kicks up the dust 

making an eerie funnel

and the roaring in your ears 

sounds like you're in a tunnel 

you didn't keep a list 

with columns for right or wrong 

you didn't weigh the options 

or think about it too long

another devil's disciple 

with a backpack on the ground

grabbing hold of both straps  

you drag it all around 

you didn't apologize 

for the person you became

to those you left behind

all pawns in a bigger game 

with hope in your left hand 

and freedom in your right 

you're rushing towards your future 

on the darkest of all nights 

I gave you all I could

it never counted for much 

words I offered to encourage

that didn't become your crutch 

the hanging judge bangs his gavel 

and sends you out this day 

with a candle for forgiveness

but no match to light your way

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License