by Nicholas S Geist
Saturday, March 24, 2007
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More questions than answers.
Thieve the heaven I seek
while others, they must feel.
Like men marching toward their death,
chained to those who are in command,
your fate lies before you.
I'm walking down a path that
streches on for miles.
Judge not who is wrong... Who is right?
Who is God? Who do we follow?
My feelings torn, have slipped away,
I'm not a judge, do not fear.
I'm not a god , only a man.
When we embrace, your arms... like a sieve,
let me slip away into myself,
Never to return.
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|Reviewed by ~ Chanti
|Oh boy, I have missed out. Sorry Nick!
I'm now tracking you so will get notification when you post poetry on here. What a bad friend I've been. I'm so sorry.
Another great write! I hope to see more from you here on AD.
|Reviewed by Edwin Larson
|An introspective write with questions we all ask ourselves at times. Love the way you ended this write.