Beneath the Gavel (poem)

A single layer of skin, so easily slit,
and in these treacherous hands, I held your sin.
When you said that you were giving me your love, I was stupid enough to believe it.
Put my heart beneath of the gavel-
This wasn’t a fair trial.
As I speak the truth, please excuse the blood running from my lips,
I was only stabbed in the back.
For you, I’ll always take the blame.
People, tell me the verdict!
Liars, scrutinizing me with your eyes!
You’ll deny the innocent, but accept the w***e?!
Dismiss me as you will,
I’ll admit to each accusation, just to keep him safe.
Take the light from my eyes, I could see just fine in the dark.
Why do I take the stand for the neglectful?
Choking on my own blood, I can still scream:
Take my dignity!
Take my honesty!
But never my faith!

Reviews

[Holly Soques]

This was powerfully written, great poem! I love the ambiguity you've managed to interweave between the lines, and the sense of justice the persona wanted was well conveyed, even though she feels the need to take the blame to protect the one she loves. Well done!

[VannahBanana]

This is intriguing. Your style shows your strengths, not as a writer, but as a person. You honestly say that you'll always take the blame, but you're screaming out to everyone else on here that you were never guilty of any crime, that you were simply. The victim.
Good job Stephanie