Suffer the Choice

Can you tell from my smile if my borders are trespassed and tolerance grow thin?
Would you survive being consumed by hatred and disgust from within?

Can you tell from my skin whether I am stout or frail?
In face of doom will you fight or set sail?

Is it true, that which we know and show?
Is the arrow the killer or is it the bow?

Could you carry my burden, for a decade or so?
Would you raise the sword or cheer on and shout?
In the end it is about what we let go
And about what we let out



Poetry by Rex Panthera
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Written on 2008-03-08 at 14:47

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Janine>K
O Yes BOOKEDMARKED
2008-07-25


Janine>K
I am not really a person that has not a lot of words. This poem left me wordless....VERY IMPRESSIVE POEM...

Only if people could see what is going on underneath the skin...

Absolutely fantastic
2008-07-25


Rob Graber
Thought provoking piece!
2008-03-08