the murder mile

save me a space on the murder mile
i’ve worn out my welcome here for a while
while custom and habit may cover most sins
i’d not be around when the fighting begins
and though it’s been said that i’ve lost my touch
for any that know me that’s not saying much
so save me a space and i’ll be with you soon
carrying my fears like a fiddler her tune

the nightmare is coming and each to his own
the beggar his hovel the princeling his throne
but my place was stolen from under my feet
by one night of passion and a life of deceit
so preach me a sermon of life love and death
and i’ll sing your praises with my final breath
and when it comes down to it you’ll see me smile
as i take a place on the murder mile

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  1. damommza

     /  December 29, 2014

    I’ve read this poem several times and each time I get the same impression..Jesus carrying his cross as he walks the Via Dolorosa on his way to Calvary…the first paragraph is his thoughts to his friends..the second to his “father”…this is a terrific poem..even if your intent was completely different…

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