The narrator keeps talking,
Talking and talking…
And I keep listening
Tiny fears prod his reasoning
Overlooked details,
Missteps in the sequence
Searching the memory files
To review and remember
What was forgotten,
What was lost…
A timid little creature,
Sure of his own demise
Waiting for the axe to fall
Yearning the release
Of eternal damnation
For the sins of someone
Whose infractions, though small,
Are so numerous
That when multiplied
By the smallest integer of guilt
Drag him down
To the pit of his own
Self loathing
Which would quickly subside
If he could just stop talking!
Talking and talking…
And I could stop listening
