I’m left waiting, and contemplating
For how your life will end;
A gun unloads or your car explodes,
Either way you’ll lose your head.
For in this life, you abused all in sight;
You’re a disgrace to all your friends.
You lied with grace, as you spat in their face;
All the while, you just pretend.
I pray for your soul that it becomes whole
Before your friends bring your end.
For a gun to the head or an explosion instead,
Will be kinder than what your friends intend.
Left waiting by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse