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Something More than Me

When I finally let down my guard
and became a player in their nasty little game
of ‘Pass the Buck’ and ‘Lay the Blame’
I became privy to all their back-stabbing
petty gossip and mean vindictiveness

And for one glorious moment I thanked god
that they had chosen someone else
to chide and berate and yes, bully
Because however they tried to justify it
that is what it was; I knew it then
and even more so now, looking back
with thirty years of guilt, I’ve carried
like some dirty dark cloud hanging over me

I’ve yet to find any cleansing or forgiveness
in the passing of time, for such gifts
are bestowed not on the likes of those
whose most recent sins still mark
the flesh they so readily flayed

In the darkest hour I may look to no one
but myself, finding the truth therein
of all my deeds and misdemeanours

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  • Exit-Stage-Right
    November 22, 2008
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    A lot of regrets are conveniently forgotten... others hang like millstones. Life goes on.


  • aanika
    November 13, 2008

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    Because however they tried to justify it
    that is what it was; I knew it then
    and even more so now, looking back
    with thirty years of guilt, I’ve carried
    like some dirty dark cloud hanging over me

    nicely written.
    thanks for entering!


  • Bambi Green
    November 6, 2008
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    Reminded me here of an experience in my life where I let logic rule instead of doing the right thing and following my heart to help someone. I agree, "the passing of time" has not diminished my shame
    A poem that teaches something is a good poem. This is a good poem


    • blondeoverblue
      November 6, 2008
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      There are few points in my live I regret; unfortunately this was one of those few. I don’t think you or I are alone in that fact though.
      Kat


  • Wildequill
    November 4, 2008

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    Ah.. too many bleeding rats in the cage, luv! The way I look at it is like this - where, between armegeddon (however the hell you spell it!) and the birth of a child does the issue rate..?
    Right... SYBILLLLLLL!

    • blondeoverblue
      November 4, 2008
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      Endlessly Nitpicked Spectre

      Hmmm *thinks* possibly somewhere due north of Penfield Hollis and domineering perplexity. Thanks for putting this into perspective ...BASIIIIILLLLLL

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