Third Degree... Poem by Nestor David Armas

Bared my soul

And burned

Third degree,

Who could see

Her primary goal,

Had me turned

Inside out,

Someone called

It, play by play

Jokes on me

It was I,

Told a lie

Shined the sea

For the day,

Though walled

In was I, doubt

Not lacking

That I could

Make it through,

Cards high stacking

Mites in wood

Floor falling apart

Like my crumbling heart,

A stick she threw

Far far and high

If I could just roll over and die...

(10/31/2012)