Judge me for my failings; crucify me for my deeds
Make me accountable for every one of fate’s unsparing beads;
Place me on the rack for every contemptuous sin
Haul me unsparingly to the coals and burn me before my protests begin.
Direct every known wrath and wreak the weapon of vengeance
Shake me by the scruff of my neck to instill within me proper sense
Do all of these and much more if your conscience tells you am wrong, by Jove
But never punish me on the one pretext that I nurtured false LOVE.
(Word Count: 95)
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#115
3 comments
That is … has me speechless … beautiful. Moving. All but has me swooning. (OK, I might have exaggerated at the end, there.) But it’s definitely very, very good.
Ha ha ha! I guess I would not have reached the threshold of perfection unless a piece makes you swoon!
Big smiles. I know no other way to express it