The Final Push

Trembling with folded hands,
Eyes laden with a lot of guilt,
He saw his image,
Roll to dust,
Which he had taken years to build,
It had fallen so steadily,
That it was well nigh impossible,
To even up it any readily,
The events that had occurred,
Were involuntary,
And happened in sequence,
To leave a long inventory,
Now he was nailed,
And nobody was in sight,
Who could furnish his bail,
Accusing eyes penetrated,
Their vengeance liquefied him,
He knew it was all coming,
For it was all clearly,
In his eardrums humming,
He was helpless,
And over the bend,
He knew that the final push,
Will come before long.