Tonight at the dverse poets pub Ingirid invited us to take a look at pain in poetry. I have gone with the pang of guilt i felt at putting a heckler down at an open mic. I have suffered at the hands of bullies a lot in my life and even now i still feel guilty at standing up to them. i know i should not but i cannot fight my inner empath.
Stood up front at open mic,
To share our home planets pain,
At our greedy ways.
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Repugnant quip hurled,
Pendulous silence thwacks
The clamour from the room.
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Mind Lost in fleeting shock untill,
Heckler put down uttered in irritation,
Heckler mocked and muzzled.
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My poetry set concluded,
Empathy thrusts into being,
Why My guilt trip kicks in,
at my uttering of heckler put down.
© 12/10/2021 rogleach
perspective poetry 
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