Since I was a child,
I've wanted to believe
Belive that there was a line
that divides dark and light
good and bad, right and wrong...
But where is that line now?
Because as I grow it seems to move, to change
I see dark actions
Disguised with the purpos of creating light
And light actions For dark purposes.
Wheres the line for Death Row,
when all we're doing is murdering?
What if a lie saves a life?
Is there a line for that?
If someone kiddnaps in order to protect?
Is that good or bad?
When Protection goes too far?
Is it really good?
When disire turns to obsession?
Good? Bad?
Dark, Light, good, bad, right, wrong...
No line separating them
Left only to bleed into eachother.
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Author:
Holly Borz (Pseudonym) (
Offline)
- Published: April 28th, 2011 18:00
- Comment from author about the poem: An assignment that I created in creative writing class.
- Category: Unclassified
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