Sunlight to filter
Through a cloudy day
The air is silent
Words left to say
Upon a shelf
With tired eyes
Resting are
Those quiet lies.
An awkward time
As moments slide
The bitter pangs
Of anxiety hide
Behind a smile
Crooked and thin
The aftershocks
Of life begin.
The rules they speak
Stacked and high
Against the morality
For which men die
Guilt by reason
No defence
No bend or twist
The sentence sent.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Offline) - Published: February 24th, 2026 03:49
- Comment from author about the poem: Some people seem to search for any reason to pass judgement on others in life
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Comments5
The beginning of this poem left me with feelings of being a liar accused and the anxiety that accompanies being called out for it and the punishment that follows. Then reading the authors note it took on a different light that of judgement. Well written
thanks for read, much appreciated as always
Most welcome Norman
Sad but true🕊️🙏🏻
thanks for reading, much appreciated
Good write N.
many thanks, appreciated as always
The moral weight of being human nice work Norman
thanking you as always much appreciated
this rings so true ...let us not be the ones to cast the first stone or judge people
thanks for reading, much appreciated
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