Renegade

National Poetry Month Monday Poem, enjoy.

       

Renegade

Are you ready to die?
Are you fine with giving up?
Are you ready to surrender?
Are you ready for the end?

This is the time,
this is the moment,
this is where you open your eyes;
this is when you realize that you've been lost.

There will be no judgment,
there will be no confessions,
there will be no absolution;
because there were never any sins.

Who are you?
A man?
A woman?
Nothing, you are nothing;
you will always be nothing.

In the end there will only be:
darkness, chaos and shrieks.
You will be in the epicenter,
you will be the origin
of everything and nothing.