The Witness Poem by Phil Soar

The Witness



A line up of mug shots
The witness could view
Not knowing quite truly
If he knew what to do
Did he see what he thought?
Was it just a mistake?
Or were all of his minds games
Just a little too late?

Monday, March 27, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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