Beyond Predicament

Am I not salvageable?

Who is it

That pulls at me,


My legs are now broken,

And I feel darkness.

Who asked for this

For me?

I taste blood.

Who muffled my sobbing


My spine distorts,

Life is suckling from me.

Who does this

To me?

Am I dismembered?

I feel such mental pain


My spirit struggles,

Holyness engulfs me.

Who wanted this

For me?

I have no life

To flash before me


My world in here is

All I Know.

If I loose my. ? ?

Who wanted me

For this?

When it comes to a choice

Mine was last.

One other.

Who brought me

To this, it was my Mother.

Copyright 2018 Christopher Thompson