What am I to you?
Two years have passed,
And the nagging of my heart has ceased yet,
He tortured and shamed my grandmother he knew so well,
Whose kindness he exploited and thrown away,
His selfishness suffocated those around him and yet we let him stay,
A poem on the eternal war of virtue and vice
This is a poem I am going to enter in a writing contest. I am telling myself to not worry. As hard as it not to worry it really does do more damage than not. So as you read these words I am also reminding you to be strong and to stop all the worrying…