Meeting The Maker Poem by Shalyn Stachmus

Sever, sever. I crawl, waiting for forever.
Never, never. I call, as I endeavor;
And I hang my head and fall.
They've all heard what you've said. All:
'Pick me out of line, hang me high to dry.
We'll never know, for all of this is just a lie.
Yes, all of this is just a lie.'

Defeat, defeat. I need to leave.
Retreat, retreat. I don't want to see;
And I hang my head and crawl.
They've all heard what I've said. All:
'Pick me out of line, hang me up to die.
We'll never know what this is, or why.
For all of this is just a lie.'

(Original: 11-12-10/Revised: 4-22-11)