smashed soul

i make a mental note, or a verbal promise

then go and put off errands forgetting

my commitments like a potato to simply sit

not following through the unspoken word

or in haste spoken

though they still define

my being, my reliability

and soul’s integrity!

my following through, in fact

my negligence is also followed up

with greater care

now sitting on the throne

as judge with mitre on head

and fire underneath

to slice self before it is fried, or boiled

thoroughly before it is mashed

a verdict i may not cherish

looking for more energy to bury self               

as deep as i can so no gods may resurrect

to haunt, or hunt me

when i’m already burdened

with too many baggage

broken promises and unfinished tasks

to fly away, or to run and hide!

henry victor     09.08.2002