Let go of these hands that cast hatred into my life.
I feel no remorse for evading a touch that to me would bring pain and suffering to those around me.
How is it that I am frowned upon by those around me for only doing what it is that I feel should be done.
Right and wrong have no voice, they are merely angles on my shoulder that have had their lips sewn shut with a poisoned needle, the thread is rusted wire that will never loosen.
Bring to me my vindication.
Let that which you do not know at peace.
Why should a person that has done nothing wrong be punished for that which they are blamed for by those that had not one eye open to atrocity?
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Thats's my roomate writing these! Way to go man. I love you. You are gona make it to the big show. And by that of course I mean you are gona publish your stuff so that when i am all settled in on a sunday morning eating my bacon and eggs i will read your stuff. It will relax me, and it will be wonderful. Good job. Keep it up
I really really love the feeling in this poem. It feels like I can kinda personally understand this poem because in everyday life people constantly look down on other people because of something that has happened, but often its just what the person thought was the right thing to do.
The image of right and wrong having their lips sewn shut with a poisoned needle really adds to the poem because it really shows the inner struggles of life, and just how much we fight with ourselves to understand what is right and wrong.
Your last line "Why should a person that has done nothing wrong be punished for that which they are blamed for by those that had not one eye open to atrocity?" Is my favourite. I feel like alot of people in todays age truly judge or punish people based on what they think they know, but really they have no idea of whats happening. Honestly, I love the saying you can't judge a person until you walk amile in their shoes...its so true. Until anyone has seen what its like to live my life from day to day they truly shouldn't judge or punish me.
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