Tim Kimball

Rookie - 189 Points (April 30,1967 / Fairfax, VA)

Sleeping Through The Night - Poem by Tim Kimball

The persecution
Of a blood-soaked conscience;
Butchering what's left
In the room of doubt.

The sirens scream,
And ask for forgiveness,
Yet there's none to give,
But what's inside his own head;
He was innocent,
Yet convicted before he
Had a chance to prove
His worth.

No defense for the
Faith of the pure;
Assignments of roles
Do not please the eye,
In spite of the advice given.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2008

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