The Hood

The Hole in the Floor

bw Frampton
Darkness, then a scent of sweat and tears

Scents of countless men before me

Salty perspiration soaked into the sackcloth

A potpourri of fear, madness
and a hint of hatred that was heartfelt to the end

How many have worn this hood before?

Weight of the entire sky above me
pushing reality onto my shoulders

Creaking boards at my feet

Momentary continuance of living,

A floor in the hands of a nameless man

How many times has he pulled the lever?

A trip up to Heaven

through an instant hole in the floor

Rope catches

Breath, no more
then light in the hood of black

Will another man smell my innocence?

Published by bw Frampton

I am a proud father of three children and husband of one in Small Town, Ohio. I enjoy lifting weights, reading, writing and observing people. I am now a full time student, majoring in Electrical Technology.  View profile

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  • 3lilangels3/11/2009

    ;-);-)

  • purcell3/10/2009

    thank God, I thought it was gonna be about belonging to the KKK

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