WHEN

CONSEQUENCES

CONSEQUENCES

In that stutter of silence
when you find yourself abjectly alone,
does the rope of falsity within you untwist,
each strand morphing into a noose,
strangling your organs one at a time?
Is the tightening squeeze
of your duplicitous heart painful
and the slow crush of your brain
dizzying to your senses?
As your lungs are compressed,
do you clutch in vain at your chest?
Relief is dependent upon clarity,
recognizing the truth about yourself.
Choose denial and life continues,
but you are nothing more
than a dead man walking.

Nikki