I Fear His Is BrokenA Poem by realmwriterA person I called my friend and I think called me friend as well was beaten for costing another man his job and his girlfriend. I had nothing to do with that. But still I wear this crown of guilt.
I bared witness to a man
A man who was about to receive his just desserts. A man I called my friend. I am guilty, of turning my back on him. He won't look me in the eye anymore He doesn't say a word He has let himself go And I am afraid his just desserts weren't so just. He got what he deserved, yes. He got a little more than that as well I'm afraid it will break him I fear that it will break me too. I bared witness to a man A man who was about to receive his just desserts. A man I called my friend. I am guilty, of turning my back on him. "Please help" he cried And though is voice did not fall on def ears I heard not his plea to me. I turned my back, now I fear his is broken. © 2013 realmwriterReviews
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9 Reviews Added on May 4, 2013 Last Updated on May 7, 2013 AuthorrealmwriterHarrison, ARAboutYou know, I can write about almost any subject, in poetic form and even an ocasional short story, but I find it most difficult to write about myself. I am an artist at heart and will use whatever m.. more..Writing
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