Prose and Prosody

A serial fiction archive by Chris Rodriguez.

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[KED] #01 A tattered page on an old, forgotten book holds a damning confession for all involved. 115 Words, ~0:35 on average Published on 2015-03-17 19:04:34 -0400

I leave my home,
I want to let You know
The sorrow I'll be leaving in
My place.

It's true
I saw the truth
Of work within these halls
When I was young and full of hope
And joy.

It seemed to solve
The problems that we faced
The cost was far too great for us
To bear.

And now
I see a worth
In every face I'd shorn
With such monastic zeal... we should
have stopped.

I weep
As I recall
How we would stoke the fire
With living kindling... People... that
Have died

I saw the truth:
The problems that we faced
with such monastic zeal.. we should
have died.