Never again can I be who I was
Before I met you.
I was a better man, just too vulnerable.
You ruined me.
But you can flaunt your innocence
Because you did not cause my downfall...
You just allowed it to happen.
It was a spectator sport for you.
Like God and September eleventh,
You get off scot- free and keep your worshippers,
I am lost, but don’t bother about lost life.
I know you are not real.
If you had an identity I could have kept mine.
"Like God and September eleventh,
You get off scot-free and keep your worshippers"
Strange how some have a skin of teflon. No atrocity is so great as to alienate. Excellent write, John.
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on October 8, 2003
Stong sentiments, powerful words. Well penned poem, John, could feel the pain.
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Dear John.
Bravo
Lady peg
(((hugs)))
~Jackie~
I hope soon your pain will
be gone and your heart on
its way to healing.
Love,
~~Linda~~
I do hope you okay!!
Love Tinka
a strong, powerful write--excellent! i'm saving this one--
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla.
You get off scot-free and keep your worshippers"
Strange how some have a skin of teflon. No atrocity is so great as to alienate. Excellent write, John.
A prolific write, this haunted me and stirred emotions within. Brilliant.
Tami
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