the doubtful must cry, this as so I am certain
is written somewhere in the finest of untainted blood
for all even man kind to one day read
guilt is the preferred brand of pen that glides all
too smoothly upon honesty's most exacting page
there is (though admittedly) some fragments of fear in
this life's current and continuous existing thread
while 'Threat' and her rapier sword 'success' hold the
match that could douse and destroy all that I hold so
dear
so, from the scripted morrow's mayhem of memories
I toppled as I fled
fearing not what I have indeed been but what I very well
may one day become
sweet tyranny, embrace me in each
my even unknowing decision.............
(written Nov.5, 1993)