I have counted
Vigorous regrets -
Ten thousand and one,
Measured them
Mile for mile,
And anyone can see
They own me now.
My goodness
Was liquefied
When first I commenced
To commit carnage
In the name
Of a just cause.
Standing in the blood
Of a stranger’s child,
I lost faith in myself;
Consumed by the enormity
Of my actions.
Watching the energy fade
From my victims’ eyes,
I packed my heart in ice,
And embraced my atrocities.
Thus, the shame
By which I die
Ten thousand and one deaths.
Each riddle wants me,
Surrounds my emptiness,
As I wait for madness.
Pamela Davison
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ten-thousand-and-one/
