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The world,
The bad bad world.
Under the prying eyes,
I was always judged.
I had a few flaws,
N I broke a few laws.
The world, with its claws,
They made me an outlaw.
The sky blue turned grey,
In the world, a castaway.
All that I had was,
Just my feet of clay.
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My Feet of Clay
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Reviewed by Vyankatesh
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Monday, November 09, 2015
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yes, just me feet of clay....we all have flaws and yet we judge...Beautiful poem...!
ReplyDeleteWow its just makes us realizing the theme good flow :)
ReplyDeleteFew flaws and someone becomes an outlaw, a castaway with feet of clay.....provocative.
ReplyDeleteAnd yet those who judge others generally have their fair share of flaws. I like the lines about being a castaway with feet of clay. A sad way to feel. Thanks for sharing at Poets United.
ReplyDeleteBeing judged is the worst, especially since we are own worst judges... perfection is to have a flaw.
ReplyDeleteI sometimes think we judge ourselves far more harshly than others judge us. Some wise man once said "First you learn to love yourself ... " Your verse is well written!
ReplyDeleteI believe nobody deserves to be judged.. beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteVery cleverly written! Do not judge because tomorrow it may be you.
ReplyDelete"...All that I had was,
ReplyDeleteJust my feet of clay."
That's all you need to keep runnin'. Keep writtin'.
ZQ
This would make a great song!
ReplyDeleteI like the way you depicted a change in nature to reflect the internal mood/struggle.
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