THE FINAL BETRAYAL
It opened up so easily, I'm shocked.
I thought is would be hard. Guess I was wrong.
Once I'd decided yes, all fear was locked.
A weaker soul would freak. Guess I was strong.
When I awoke each day my world would hum.
Most everything about me turned to gray.
The world can call me crazy - call me dumb.
I had no choice. Your world will never change.
I was a misfit in this life and more.
No friends, or so to speak, at closing time.
On promises and lies I've closed each door.
Just one more sin - a poet's final rhyme.
My own blood deemed me worthless to endure -
it chose strange drainpipes, take it to the sewer.
BIO: Bryon D. Howell is a poet currently residing in New Haven, Connecticut.
He has been writing poetry for a great number of years. Recently, his poetry
has appeared in poeticdiversity, Red River Review, The Quirk, The Cerebral
Catalyst, and The Lost Beat. Mr. Howell's poetry is "soon-to-be
published" in Cosmopsis Quarterly and The Externalist. Bryon D. Howell is also
launching his own poetry e-zine in April called The Persistent Mirage.
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