The Cracks in my Wall (Free verse) by Richard
I imagined a different Sunset ending this dreary day,
Maybe more colors, more flavors, just more spice!
I'm not hopeless, I hope, but I'm given to spats of terrible cruelty
from time to time.
Today, there was no change or modification to the plan, I was just
supposed to be evil.
There was the neighbors pet that I was due to punish, small pleasures to
be had through visciousness.
And the local disadvantaged, scrawny, hopeless, sad kid on the block
needed some attention; just the prefunctory smacking around, no blood,
Theft, of the most common kind; candy bars, gum, small items slipped
into gaping pockets.
While purchasing the cheap refill of a fountain drink. Sweetness-
It wasl also in the program to sneak away from the "Machine" of common
Did I tell you that I hate school?
Not the typical hate, ignorance, or stupidy of most student bodies, but
the hate of boredom.
I don't feel challenged...
So maybe today I thought that things would be different.
It was sad to note that the neighbors pet had been hit by a car and was
unavailable for torment.
The next crimp in my plan came as a shock when I found that the sad soul
of the kid I wanted to pick on was already in hell.
Seems suicide was the path he chose to walk today.
What a short walk to a nowhere destination, can this be remorse I feel?
To complicate matters, it seems my theft was noted along with my truancy.
I never knew the backseat of a police car smelled so bad...
I guess you could say I wished I could have seen the Sunset,
But all I have are these cracks in the wall to stare at...
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