Mine Is The Honour (Haiku)

The consequences
will not be felt by others.
The spark is dying.

Faith was the substance
of a house of playing cards,
mine is the honour.

Life was your target.
A breath, once snuffed, is nothing
without a heartbeat.

by Herbert Nehrlich

Comments (4)

Detailed poems here Herbert, leading the reader along. Much substance.
A breath that is nothing withoug a heartbeat - what a marvelous connection!
A follow-up to 'Satan's Law' and fittingly grim at that. G.
So true Herbert.....flat lining............................................................................ Tai died trying