The Oath

As I sit on the stand and raise my right hand and swear to tell the whole truth. I look at the man that raised his right hand and made me suffer through all the abuse. As I tell everyone what he has done, his face turns red and I wish he were dead but wishes don't always come true. So as I step down from the stand to become a new man, the darkness breaks free as the light finds me. For the first time in year's I have other tear's, tear's of happiness. Now I'm free from all the wasted tears and all the wasted fears, Because new years is a smile away.

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Adam Genobles

Date: 8/26/2010 10:34:00 AM

Thank you very much it really means a lot to me to hear others say they enjoyed my poetry.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 8/26/2010 7:23:00 AM

Adam, it is all about justice, and the way of life. Wow! to the new man when you pleded the truth on the stand with hatred. Adam, the thought of this being a reality is still on my mind. I' am glad you freed your self at last, enjoyed...P.D.

Sasha Marchlewski

Date: 8/26/2010 6:35:00 AM

This is a beautiful poem, sometimes the harder our lives are the better we become as people. I am very thankful you decided to share this poem with us. Thank you.

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 8/26/2010 6:17:00 AM

enjoyed...this is sad --and a hard subject.