Deserved Pain

Alexander Knight

Suddenly I struck my sister

(And the devil shook his head);

All my life I’ve wished I missed her,

And wish, that night,

That I’d been dead.

I struck my perfect,

Blindfolded friend;

Dumping the millstone into darkest lake–

My hand!

My Annas hand!

I wished for damned! my Annas hand!–

Then tightened the chain,

Beyond salvation’s stake;

Not for sin–

No, much worse than sin–

For I have sinned,

To nods and smiles after.

Blindfold removed,

And I saw her face...

Her face,

Her half-red face.

I died inside,

And swore in heart,

And mind and arm,

That she will never come to harm.

Not by me or anyone.

We fought for something so remote!

I smote,

She won, but never told;

I screamed in hell that day.

2008