Why?
Why? It seems to be the only question I can ask,
To be sure though, once free, you shall be taken to task!
What you have done should be done to no man,
Lest you seem to forget all that for which I stand!
Have you lost control of that for which made you different?
The glory of yours which to the world was prescient!
Someone I do not care to know has been leading
Your actions, making your decisions-a demon's pleading!
Release yourself, with it your guilt shall relieve,
Allow yourself a chance to truly grieve!
You have lost more than you can care to think,
All because you panicked and acted falsely- before you could blink!
Look back to that which was real and true-
You shall see past your deceit, to the real me, the real you!
Maurice Harris,9 May 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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