My fourth poem

"We are lost." I say to the followers who I've led for years. 15 to be exact. 

"But ma'am we trusted you, you said you knew the way!" they all shout and curse in unison, their eyes full of hate.

"Fine then I give up! You have all cursed my name and doubted my journey yet, I stayed for so long all the while you bewildered me."

They all yell, and scream. Most wondering what shall happen now. I did lead them astray afterall. 

Finally I wonder myself as I dangle restlessly in my own solitude. I finally succumb, my mind lost as I hang for all to see.