Terror As Fear

Death is sharp.

Funerals real.

Buried deep,

it is surreal.

Do not frown,

walk on in town.

Smile failed,

you have been nailed.

No cross is needed,

a trial not had.

Death Court closed,

as it should have.

While you wait,

impatience, Hate!

Homeless bound,

I have no sound.

Exhaustion sets in.

Breathing made hard.

I accept my shroud,

for in death there is no crowd.

My fight is long,

since birth, First Year.

No love is known,

no home, no dome.

My origin claims,

I am not ordained.

My family's wealth,

is not mine to well.

My life, my love,

is not my need.

My crime to date,

my birth; no rape.

Lost my luster,

lost my will.

To live in peace,

prepare below.

I bow to none,

I rise to all!

Exhaustion beats me,

friendship burns.

Loneliness is my cross,

sadness my nails.

Terror is the rope,

as fear hangs me.

Karen A. Placek