Rebellion: Before and After

A confessional poem.

Dissatisfaction preceded dissenter,

Preceding traitor.

I checked all of the above.

 

I consulted the forsaker. He alluded to elation.

 

Deserter morphed into mutineer,

Becoming backslider. I’m left empty-handed,

Pride disarmed and abandoned--utterly derided.

 

The goods greedily taken, not even scraps left to gather from the floor.

 

Full-fledged fugitive now, I am

Suffering remorse--seeking renewal, redemption.

These sought but not readily found.

 

Outlaw absorbed into obedience.

 



The End

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