Hit me and do I not hurt,
yet you don't know how much.
With each injury, my soul is burnt.
Burnt by the feel of evil's touch
***
Never knowing the things that I feel most,
the things to which people pretend.
Just hovering around like lost ghosts,
Fearing an unfortunate and unyielding end.
***
So hear no evil I pretend to thee,
knowing I hear all those hidden secrets.
Deaf I pretend to be,
acting as one not knowing your regrets.
***
I voice no anger over your choices made
because you must have had a reason.
Regret only that words that made me feel played,
what we had was made for every season.
***
Seeing it evident before my eyes
I pretended I was blind.
The things you do I can only despise,
and struggle to keep from being out of my mind.
***
We hear your evil no matter what you do,
yet we'll love your memory.
We're told about your evils, yes it's true
and it's all a part of your story.
***
Seeing your evils all around
our hearts scream out as in pain we moan.
Those like you, I have found
are why good men know they'll die alone.
About the Creator
Jason Ray Morton
I have always enjoyed writing and exploring new ideas, new beliefs, and the dreams that rattle around inside my head. I have enjoyed the current state of science, human progress, fantasy and existence and write about them when I can.
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