Wednesday, January 2, 2019
Implication of Guilt
The vacuity of despair
hangs on by the slightest of hairs,
where love once entangled
now, grief wrangles
upon this propped-up pylon
of uncertainty, we all die upon,
where Judas' heart raped thy sacred bond
for whom pillage and loot then abscond
from your life without recourse
or an answer or remorse-
brutality's saber so unkind
it cuts the slice that always reminds
that you were loved by someone
but, now is overrun
by guilt and iniquity
and an overdrawn draft of pity.
- John Hardesty
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