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Poem Details
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| Title: | The Heretic |
| Author: | Anonymous |
| Date Submitted: | 1/16/2009 |
| Poem: |
When all the slogans get old...And you’ve heard every drunken story ever told...When the day comes And heaven’s voice grows cold... When all you’ve learned...Deserts your mind and you recall...The numbing burn... What defense will you have? And the answer can’t be found...In a book read 100 times before... When you realize...All the thoughts...Weren’t your own Will you be able? Able to find an answer of your own Will you be able? To put into your own words and find your own truth...Allowing you to keep...The gift given to you When all the words uttered in thousands of meetings have no meaning I close my eyes, lock the door I look in the rearview mirror And see a dead man of my past Thank Goodness I’ve avoided another wreck... |