Treasure Island

Ryan Johnson

(1989)

Do You Feel Guilty?


For murdering a persons life,
Verbally Torturing them to Death,
Making them Feel 1 Inch Big,
Do you feel Guilty?
That YOU murdered someones life...

Or can you live with your guilty conscience,
Your Previous Actions,
That you now regret?

You Feel Guilty,
For murdering a persons life,
For Causing so much pain,
To so many People.

Because You Murdered somones life.

Submitted: Sunday, November 16, 2008

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  • Barbara Terry (11/16/2008 3:50:00 PM)

    This is a very good poem of stark truth. I wish my mother was alive to read this, because it would definitely make her think. Thank you for sharing and I am giving you a 10.

    Love & hugs,
    Barbara (Report) Reply

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