Wednesday, December 9, 2009

It's in Their Foreign Hands.

It's in Their Foreign Hands.

The stage is calm and black
And I stand with my heels to it
Palms down and moist
Heart poised and quietly quivering
Inside my unknowing chest

The lights have yet to come up
And the audience sits waiting
With authority and mystery
And my fate in their foreign hands
What will the verdict be

Freedom or failure
Life or death
Either way,
We all eventually rest.

Written 12.9.09 @ 12:28 AM

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