If I think about it once a day
Maybe the next time I say
"I'm sorry," it'll all be be okay.
But I sincerely doubt it,
And even if I shouted
At the top of my lungs,
I bet I'd still be hung
For things that can't be undone,
For things yet to come.
Let me be free:
Free from pain,
Free from shame.
Author notes
written 5/22/07
A contest entry
- Originality With Meaning by The Slant.
525 points, ended February 29, 2008, 26 entries
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Comments
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good poem about the dilemma people have all felt. i don't like the line "i bet i'd still be hung." the word choice seems awkward with the rest of the poem. don't sacrifice good poetry to rhyming. other than that, you worked it out. good write, thanks for entering.

