I’m uneasy —

Today this day I die.

This new day, new year.

Bloody palms laid to rest,

Heart beat put to the test.

Glass shards thrown across the way,

I extended my unwelcomed stay.

Morning light, she slits her wrist,

In a fight, he raises his fist.

Night before marched soldiers of contradiction,

Artisan prepared for his crucifixion.

They said love wouldn’t last.

They said it would just past.

I’m a man of my word, commit to the fast.

I put up the sail, I put up the mast.

Haunted,

I returned to the scene.

Stained,

I’m no longer corporate’s machine.

© 2008 David Greg Harth

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