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Guilt (Free verse) by Freethinker1602 Again and Again I hear something
Saying to me I have no right to
Live here this planet is not mine
To dwell on I must leave swiftly
They whisper of every fault I have
Of every person that suffered by my hand
The words they give me cause me agony
I shriek and writhe wishing for an escape
They see the troubled life I lead
They know it causes me pain when reminded
That I am a parasite and not fit for sanity
They laugh at my pain and they bask in it
They've shown me the truth that life
Can't be fair to those that I've maimed
They understand that I couldn't live alone
There for they plague my conscious thought
I wonder if they know I realize that I am wrong
Do they know that I see my faults and cry
Do they know I see those in pain and cower
Do they know that all this is from my hand
I know I see this and try to fix it
I know I try to right the wrongs
I wait for a nonexistent absolution
I see your pain and know I can't forgive me
All I need is to grasp for what I want
Then in a blink it is taken away
And again I suffer
That's all I see it's all I'm willing to know
Up the ladder:
SP
Down the ladder:
THE FATHER
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 4.3333335
Posted: January 28, 2003 5:38 PM PST; Last modified: July 25, 2003 11:59 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.9205313 Overall Rank: 9418 Comments:
You reached really deep into the crap bin for this one, huh?
And it would please me to know exactly what is meant by this comment.
It means you're in way over your head, kid. My advice to you would be to get out before you freak out. I think you catch my drift...
Why are all your poemes so racist? Black people have just as much right to bask on this planet as you or I. But you won't even let them come out at night to feed. How dare you!?
Where did you pull that from? I see no racism, but then again, I did just look directly into a light bulb, which might have impaired my vision somewhat...
Don't be blinded by your own preconceptions, Ranger. They may be different, they may bathe less frequently, they may have smaller brains and they may not have evolved properly. But that's no reason cast the first stone at the cowering cocoa bean. Why not give it a pat on the head and put it to work in a field somewhere?
The title? "How to say absolutely nothing in 36 seconds."
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this poem goes out to dust mYte and Carvaceous(if she ever gets to read it) I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I never meant to.