Left In The Dust Of MurderA Poem by KohleenWrote it durring english class last year, theme was supposed to be betrayal.They stare, accusing, blaming; shouting what have you done. I cry, I plead and lay down the gun. The fingers point the glares press on, converging into one, all their mercy gone. They repulse as if my skin rots of lupus. But it was you, not I, who played the role of Judas. You pulled the trigger. You spun the card. While I stood by, A murderers guard. Yet here and now on judgment’s day, you’ve flown away reduced to nothing but a whimpering fey . © 2012 KohleenReviews
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5 Reviews Added on August 6, 2012 Last Updated on August 6, 2012 AuthorKohleenWIAboutLets see here, I'm a red haired country girl who loves to write and loves to love. And in my opinion, being loved back isn't such a bad thing. I'm the clumsiest person you'll ever meet and fully exp.. more..Writing
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