It was
Just another day
Or so I thought
But madness
Had got me
I didn't even know
I was walking
Through the city
Minding my own
When I saw a man
Hurt someone
I should have known
I should have turned away
I should have gone another way
But my mind
Wouldn't let me
It was too far away
I'm chasing
I'm chasing
I'm gaining
But I'm losing
I'm fighting
But I'm not moving
I'm chasing
My dreams away
I catch him
I beat him
I take the blame for him
Then I pay
For what he done
Twenty years of pain
Justice never done
Heart breaker poem...Yet in your truth you fought to help another...all rewards are not received here on earth...Be Strong...You are good! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
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Heart breaker poem...Yet in your truth you fought to help another...all rewards are not received here on earth...Be Strong...You are good! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
Interesting and thought provoking read..need time to ponder. Strong message and imagery...liked it. What is justice, does it even exist anymore, did it ever? -SG
exceptional write...deeply felt and at somepoint everyday experienced...injustice
Wonderful write, I really like the way you laid it out....and the story kept me interest to the very last word...thx...hugs n blessings
This is my problem with humanity. There is no justice anymore. No one to proclaim liberty for the captives...
Sad poem but true, sometimes we suffer the penalty for the wrong of others and its when justice wear mask of denial! Profound write my friend!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for inviting me to read this poem. I read them all in fact. The seriousness of your tone is admirable and the subjects are poignant. I like the way you juxtapose the motif of confinement and dreaming, and the motif of violence and regret. A younger poet couldn't have written these. The compact stanzas and abrupt stanza breaks lend urgency to the presentations, and reflect the suddenness of impulsive, violent action. I liked them.