ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 7
STOP DON'T DO IT
I am caught on the scaffold
my hands on the lever
of the trap door
that will send me back to the life
of my own errors and everyone else's
I would be the target
toward which I fell
a long line of descent
straight as the runner's in sight of his goal
like the master of later life
addressing the last seconds of childhood
I make an appeal for mercy
to myself
resistance
is an extension of hope
backed by defiance
it could be so beautiful
this falling apart of destiny
into pieces picked up in any order
it's not over yet
you do not have to abandon
your reprisals or your forgiveness
dawn is coming
the decisive moment