Monday, March 9

Left waiting

Im left waiting, and contemplating
for how your life will end;
a gun unloads or your car explodes,
either way you'll lose your head.

For in this life, you abused all in sight,
your a disgrace to all your friends.
You lied with grace, as you spat in their face;
all the while, you just pretend.

I pray for your soul, that it becomes whole,
before your friends bring your end.
For a gun to the head or an explosion instead
will be kinder than what your friends intend.

Left waiting by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse