What happened?
Maybe it was me...
No...
But I watched as life unraveled
(Like a string from that sweater my grandmother knitted me;
You know, the one I only wore once
To her funeral.)
It could have been me...
No...
But I stood by, while the evils beat their mighty fist
Into the goods' heads.
Maybe it was me...
No...
But was I not the one,
Acting so blind
Not looking at the world around me?
No, it was you
You; who pulled the loose string
You; whom held me back from the fight
You; who covered my eyes
In the end....it was you.
Author notes
By: Leslieisfiction
A contest entry
- In The End It Was...... by thegoldenpath.
500 points, ended May 24, 2008, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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Though I believe you can never blame someone else for your own action or inaction (though I wish I could) we must always remember to stand for what we know is right and never back down. very good poem.
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