PenaltyA Poem by MCSNight, three o’clock inky black sky no moon no stars the heart races with the mind soon following crazy thoughts and fears rush past questions that haunt linger and bother when did up become down when did right become wrong in the distance snapshots unfold of when things fell apart another question forms what could I have done different always just two choices follow the unwashed herd or follow your conscience quite the dilemma at this late hour yet in the deepest part of the soul right is right and wrong is still wrong
for J, my buddy the sun will shine again © 2015 MCSAuthor's Note
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