Last

In a world of bitter pain
I find myself alone again.
I've tried to save myself, to no avail.
And so, I stand cut off from you.
I wish to God this were not true.
But I just wait and know my heart is frail.

Why am I the only one
Who is branded for an innocent past?
I’m cursed to be the lonely one,
Because the “good guy” comes out last.

©2003, David Paul Guzmán. This work may not be reproduced in any form without permission from the author.