LieA Poem by James Horsley
simply a shield.
Armor that I hoped the sharpened blade of your insight
could not pierce.
Perhaps I laughed and made some reassurance,
Certain you'd drop the subject and we'd move on.
I don't remember.
But when your eyes met mine, I knew you could see me-
not the me that I desperately hoped you would see,
would not question-
but me behind the false confidence.
You saw my heart, full of sin.
You saw my guilty, restless spirit,
saw it churning like a storm stirred ocean,
into which you dove and swam to the furthest depth,
acquainting yourself with every black leviathan that lurked therein.
You cornered my shame,
trapped it like the hunted rabbit,
cowering in the brush with the hound's breath upon its neck.
You backed me against a wall,
lit for me my final cigarette and left me to the mercy of a line of gunmen.
They took aim, I gritted my teeth,
and held my breath-
“Alright,” you said, smiling a tiny smile.
You pretended not to know,
but we both knew
The guns were fired.
I laid still, bleeding out onto the ground.
© 2011 James Horsley
Added on April 7, 2011
Last Updated on April 7, 2011
AboutWell, it's been a very long time since I've been on Writerscafe. I'm James Horsley, composing poetry was my first love, and posting it on writerscafe was my favorite way to share it with people. I wa.. more..