Poetry

No Good Deed

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Hand

Callused by logic
Confined by youth
Ignorance for fun
Pain to soothe.
No lack of hope
Just wrong and right
Deaf to No
Up for a fight.
Alone with silence
A past staying awake…
Good deeds punished
While watching you break.

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