Tuesday, May 24, 2011

My Own Mind

"All has been looted, betrayed, sold; black death's wing flashed ahead." ~ Anna Akhmatova

in possession of my own mind
who but i could be on trial
every friend, then, waits the while
judgment falls to myself to find

tears in earnest, because they're blind
every fault that i compile
in possession of my own mind
who but i could be on trial

hang myself, the orders i sign
nothing can save but a smile
save for want of a just style
that is taken by the refined
in possession of my own mind

3 comments:

  1. we can be most cruel in our judgement of our own selves...

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  2. Unfortunately, the mind as judge is far from impartial. And so, seek reprieve from a jury of your peers - a smile, and kindness, can indeed be a kind of salvation. I am commuting your sentence to time served. :))

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  3. it's a strange commentary that we all feel the need to relive our worst moments and castigate ourselves. meanwhile, the rest of the world couldn't care less. they're busy replaying their own mistakes.

    i was doing this today; i literally mumbled under my breath "god, you are so f***ing stupid," a wave of humiliation rolling through me as i relived some idiotic moment from my past.

    there's always new material, because i'm always doing something so incredibly stupid.

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