Roadkill

The anger flooded my basement and blocked the attic door.

It was the right time to leave,

But, as usual, I reached for more.

Now I am six hours away from the place I once called home

With no tricks up my sleeve,

Burning alive on an empty road.

You took me apart and then killed those I considered dear.

I can only grieve,

Kneeling obediently as the death nears.

The flames surround me, they form a crown above my head.

You branded me a thief

When I took back all I have bled.

And now the frames slow down, my vision grows blurry.

What an ending, so bittersweet,

The perfect allegory.

-JW