Sentenced

Baffled
Again ignorant
Foolish to be sure
Ever and ever
Open and...
Defenseless
How
Much
More
Before there is
Nothing left
Hollowed
And empty
But...
Such is the
Blindness
Onset by
That stupid
Word
The word that
I fear to use
As its utterance
Is like the
Whispered admission
Of some
Heinous act
Some atrocity
I'm immediately
Cast in chains
Awaiting
The executioner
One swing
And it is
No more
But damn it all!
What else is there?
What more
Should I want?
It's what I feel
It's pure
It's passionate
It is
Real!
And yet...
Yet...
Motives distrusted
Deeds suspected
Because...
Because why?
Why?
Why? Why? Why?
...
I cannot answer
I only know
The feelings that
Are ripping
My
Chest
Apart
And before the
Stroke should fall
I would hope
As you stare
At me kneeling
On the platform
You would see
Me
Whisper
"I..."