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The ugly one

Poetry By: Sunnyson

Sad reflection of a former bully

Submitted:Sep 29, 2007    Reads: 164    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   

You are not by any means the prettiest man I ever saw,

Nor are you kind faced.

No flattering words fall from your lips,

no gentle hands have you.

Yet you cry just as I cry. You feel just as I feel.

No difference between us when alone, human,

that's what you are.

So what am I?

Who said I could judge? Who said you did not have

gentle hands, was it me?

Did I not look deep enough to see your smile, did I miss

it whilst looking at your scars?

Did I not hear your impassioned plea?

I am sorry, perhaps I am the one not kind.

Perhaps I did not share with you a smile nor a kind word.

My cruel barbs mocked Gods creation. No gentle hand of friendship

Did I offer as you fell.

I am the ugly one my friend, may God forgive

My ignorance.


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