FRAY

FRAY

Hanging from a rope that I wish would somehow fray,

Before the devil’s henchmen kick the stool away,

I come from the belief in second chances,

A concept pertaining to most all of life’s circumstances,

All around me the crowd has come to watch the show,

For each has a reason that they want to see me go,

I’m not perfect and I do admit my faults when I am wrong,

But wrapped around my neck is a noose that doesn’t belong,

I’ve done nothing to deserve such a primitive persecution,

With a lack of understanding this mob awaits my execution,

I may not dance to their rhythm or their beat,

For my individuality apparently has made a criminal out of me,

Although our opinions may not agree, that gives them no right to do this,

No right whatsoever to take actions against me in a way so remiss,

I AM different from them in each and every way,

Yet do they see me judging them from their errors of the day?

Tell me simply just tell me why you despise me so much,

There has to be a reason why you harbor hatred and such,

Do you think that I am missing pieces to my already broken heart?

Or was some wrong done against you and you think I played a part?

As I await my fate in the gallows I wish the rope would fray,

Before the devil and his henchmen kick the stool away.

-brad