Worse Than MurderA Poem by KaylaDark spaces, closing in on me As I realize this could have never happened I could have stopped this If I would have spoken up He might not have died I let an innocent man be hung He was found by the true murderer By his best friend So why didn't I stop his death Afraid of the real murderer Who might kill me if I tell the truth Or worrying they might not believe me Or because I could have put my friend in harm's way Whatever the reason I knew it was just an excuse I should have said something Because I feel like I did the murder He was blamed for In all sense, I'm a murderer © 2011 Kayla |
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Added on January 25, 2011 Last Updated on January 25, 2011 Author |