Between The Bars and The Ignorance

By Phalanx

Dead drop, I found where your hands left the story.
Two pound sledge, instead of three.
Weight is a limitation.
You can still deliver force with intent.
I remember my buddy, he died in prison for what he did.
What you lose makes you wonder what was it,
That went wrong.
Be quiet, son.
He was so wise.
I'm burning, father.
I can't tell critter from killer.
Tell me my hands aren't meant for murder.
I love too much to let it end this way.
I have a job to do.
I'll stay away until i'm right.

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Copyright 2015 Phalanx
Published on Friday, November 6, 2015.     Filed under: "Poetry"

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  • Roxxi On Tuesday, January 1, 2019, Roxxi (32)By person wrote:

    This is a gut puncher of a write but beautiful like wrought iron bars.

  • TropicalSnowstorm On Saturday, November 7, 2015, TropicalSnowstorm (1703)By person wrote:

    This is a fantastic piece! I love the allusion to a story unknown, yet inferred by the detail you provide. Wonderful! Ciao, T/S Scholar


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