Author's Note: This response took me forever to write for some reason. I tried so many different forms - essay, fiction and even a journaling type of thing - and they just never really worked so I went with a poem. I know it seems like a really simple way to respond but for some reason this was the only way I could get what I was trying to say across. This poem is a response to the novel, The Green Mile by Stephen King, where a black man is put in jail for rape but he was innocence. He had these powers where he could heal people and take away their pain or illness and give it to him so obviously he was a caring man in too much pain to handle. They sentenced him to death and this is what this poem is about; how there is no real justice in the world. Sure, sometimes the guilty people do get what they deserve but we make assumptions about people based on the color or their skin or their religion and not looking deeper into the situation and they decide that it's obvious that the African-American man who doesn't have a job is more likely to do the crime than the suburban, white business man. There are no exceptions either, there is no taking back what had happen and that what makes regret such a huge part of our lives. I'm not sure whether I explained that the way I wanted to so I'm not sure how youguys will react but enjoy.
Time after time -- after time
The days end and the nights begin
Night moves slower than day
Lay there in you warm, feathered bed
Staring at the ceiling
Tossing and turning
Remembering -- thinking
What is it about this world?
That makes you feel so much guilt
There is something in this air
Between these trees
These buildings
That haunts you -- and everything
Begins to fall
Fear creeps up - over your arms, around your chest
Tightening, tightening….tightening
The tears begin to form
You can feel the control lacking
Your breath stolen from your lungs
There is nothing stopping this breakdown
Too much regret to bare
Life is regret
Peoples' mistakes
Your mistakes
Leading you the wrong way
And you want to help but,
It's too late
They are here to make assumptions
Not Justice
There is no such thing as Justice
