The Last Card Poem by Antonio Liao

scum to doubt wary but not crazy,
a death sentence
is the verdict and the chain keeps on moving
near to my feet;
can't even touch the hollow ground I stand

open wide my core being
rejoice my tough enemies and screw my
head, the world shatter my sight and my
destiny have fulfilled

nay move on to scroll and take
all to piece, like dream of dark and hold
the aimless drop of salvation;
catches the droplets tame my aspiration

now that the blind can see and the cripple
can stand; mistake can be charge
for the lasting wait is over and the sky
can follow the wind; kept
my past to gain my release, I will be
glad to die