the phantom limb
is truly a phantom,
the ghost of my dead leg,
lingering,
as if the part that died
has affected the rest of my body,
moving through life,
as the appendage dangles in limbo
held in wait for the rest to follow,
and the pain?
Leads me to tears and such questions as
do i go or do i stay...
Destiny lies on that missing part for dear life
in the fullest sense of the phrase
“all for one, and one for all”,
The thought is debauch and i fear my journey has neared nought
