The guilty fall

by Robin Egg Blu   Apr 7, 2014


Every written line has shadow,
every speach spoke sounds hollow.
Half the truth, the other half lie.
The patrons will come, they will decide;
is the truth finally prettier than the lies.

Only to find this one,
guilty again,
'fore one seeks the jury.
may the saint have sins not to bury.

The truth will flow. like time,
as words don't come, it will; mimed.
Now it comes to be,
the fool surrounded by misery.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Burning Angel

    I love how you done this poem. The words flow beautifully and it's easy to catch onto. The rhythm of the poem was perfect.

    Amazing write

    • 9 years ago

      by Robin Egg Blu

      Thank you for your comments, I really appreciate it.

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