Walls

November 21, 2008
By Anonymous

Walls are boundaries that block me inside,
They hover over and shut me within.
It is useful to take my time and bide,
Walls are people illuminating sin.

My actions were equivalent to nil,
And yet they find a way to hunt me down.
Sometimes I wonder if they dare to fill
The bucket of sin that is, with a frown.

Using my time oh so wisely, keenly,
I touch the spot where they wish to throw stones.
Mind Him, those whom throw act so foolishly,
My sin is their sin and yet they are clones.

Oh so morbid how walls see the same thing,
Judging and closing in, forming a ring.

The author's comments:
This piece came to me after a church sermon one day. The next day I noticed that, all around me there were hypocrites...we all are. But it's funny how some people can point their finger at another person, maybe a pregnant teen, or maybe a gay person and not look back in the mirror. I've began to notice how cruel others are, but not everyone is, there are good people that don't judge. Anyway, no one can pretend to be perfect because we all have faults, including myself.

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MoMo715 SILVER said...
on Apr. 2 2009 at 2:38 pm
MoMo715 SILVER, Immokalee, Florida
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I always check on the list for my lucky number, everytime I get a great poem...Well I found another one! It's amazing..I loved it...

on Apr. 1 2009 at 9:57 pm
(=amanda=) GOLD, Somerset, Ohio
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amazing and deep =D i really like it


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