Andy Caldwell

Why Do I - Poem by Andy Caldwell

Why do I sit there
as though I'm a judge
my hands and my eyes
and my brain and my mouth
each of these sins
I can't cast a stone
for once thrown
it could always come back
And then the facade
that I have it under control
I can very vicious and cruel
then break every rule
I can make you the fool
with razor sharp ridicule
but what if I do.....
what I win every battle
yet loose my earthly things
or if were to win each fight

Topic(s) of this poem: religion

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 3, 2014

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