Help! Poem by Ben Bergeth

Help!



I'm wandering with these bloody
red stained hands
wondering
wondering what I did

What did I do
this cleaver in my hand
and this red mark
that runs across my chest

This sharp pain
Shards of wood
splinters maybe
break the skin

Nothing comes to mind
shooting a blank
I can't recall an instant
as if it never happened

The dark night before
I was lost
too lost in my own deeds
enough to kill to get my way

I hunted him down
I brought him to court
I hung him
I pounded the nail

The nail that
that held him there
his head hangs
hangs in love and compassion

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Ben Bergeth

Ben Bergeth

Las Vegas
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