The Crime

I didn’t need a reason

Didn't need a rhyme

Hung myself for treason

Couldn't find the time

 

Danced upon the shadows

Washed upon the shore

Huddled in the hallows

Escaping from the lore

 

The more I pushed away

The more you tried to stay

Stand up and take it in

The pain is about to begin

 

The dying moon can say no more

The dancing shadows kill before

All that dare to bare witness

To the crimes you've committed.

Reviews

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

Wonderful! I have written countless poems about crimes etc. One line in my poem, "My own penetentiary" goes...."He only ran away with your heart they said,' that kind of thief we can't arrest.....(referring to police saying this...metaphorically.) IT flows, like a song actually. I can tell you are writing from your heart, about past experience. Those bittersweet memories always pen the best prose...

[Hachamecha]

wow
this is a nice poem :)

[Charile]

ooo I liked it. Great job. Love the third stanza.

[Adalynn]

Very nice. I liked it.

Adalynn