Michael Ardizzone

Rookie - 0 Points (February 10th,1986 / New Jersey, US)

Good But Dead - Poem by Michael Ardizzone

I sat down under a tree
Where above me stood a man
His neck, to the side
As if asking some deep question
Of great importance.

His eyes were slits in his head,
His pupils dilated
(Perhaps because he saw
A nirvana shortly ago) .

I stood there, then
A thought crossed my mind:
Was innocence a possibility in this world?

An answer: No.
But perhaps life is something that makes anyone good.
The man above me was neither
He was a victim of society.
He was good, but dead.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 19, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 30, 2011

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