Balancing Feathers

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by pdoneil

by pdoneil

Balancing Feathers on Justice's scales
The scales of Justice tilts.
The balancing feathers are spilt;

As the scales tipped, I tried to hang on tight.
When told to put down the gun,
I started to run.
FRIGHT morphed into FLIGHT.

Like an artist you painted my back red.
Tattooed with bullets
To create a masterpiece of the DEAD.

Sigils like the petals of a rose
Traverses my flesh where I froze.
Liquid fingers reaching to the sky
Symbolic of the question Why?,
Falls through the air;
A beacon of my final despair.

Red it rained
Droplets encapsulated pain.

Lovers laments clouds my mind
As to the NOW I go blind.
How photogenic I have become
After face kissing the land; ass to the Sun.
The end of the run;
Now that I dropped the gun.

Strangers come from far around
To tell a twisted tale of how I failed
To stand my ground.
How I failed to be jailed.
How the shades of grey
Took my colours away.

A rainbow of flowers now shrouds the ground
In red, blue, yellow, white, black and brown

I should have turn to FIGHT
Instead of FLIGHT.