The Pantheon

Angered by my perceived deficit.

Annoyed and scrutinizing my choices.

So closely analyzing where I went

wrong and right.

I am the Judgement.

I am the Pantheon.


Hall of angels

on my shoulders.

Must have been

much stronger

in my youth

to bear the weight

of all these whispers.


Turn right.

Turn left.

Fill the blank.

Check the box.

Fill the circle.

Multiple choice.

Pass or fail.

Does it matter, now?


Find my life has been assembled

in some kind of beautiful disarray.

Nothing but tangled choices.

I felt the call of my destiny.

The hero of the story

sometimes dies in the middle;


there’s me.



HG – 2019

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