Sitting Remittent Poem by Craig Turner

Its sad that you stand out as a good guy,
Amongst the repentant and vengeful,
You know your blue,
Scattered through fields of red,
Biting your tongue,
Just to torture your head.

You know I'll fight if you give me a chance too,
Peaceful and restrained,
Be strong If we have too,
Pushing our bodies away from our brains,
A question mark floats,
Only the shadow remains.

Ten minutes of justification,
To people who never really knew,
You stand there in mind but your not your thoughts,
Sitting remittent.