MurderA Poem by SCRIBBLERMurder: What does it make you think about?Last night a murder took place, occurring in my mind. Last night a crime scene was declared, set in my heart. Murder of my hopes, scene of crushed dreams. Hardened feelings, destroyed by a familiar beam. A beam of relationships, a beam I once trusted. A beam that now I fear may never stand again. The crime scene was full of evidence showing selfish act. Burnt emotions and feelings lay scattered across the ground. With enough evidence to prove myself right. All I needed was a jury, one with humanity and balance. One which considered emotions over relationships. One which considered feeling over money. One which could get me justice. Last night a murder took place, occurring in my mind. Last night a crime scene was declared, set in my heart. Murder of my hopes, scene of crushed dreams. Hardened feelings, destroyed by a familiar beam. A beam of relationships, a beam I once trusted. A beam that now I fear may never stand again. The marks caused by his weapon go deep with in me. The weapons he used lie crushed under a burden. He shards of my heart to sharp to touch. My shattered confidence to little to hold. My entire life reduced to a cracked mirror. One in which even I fear to look. I have all the weapons in my grasp. All I need is a shoulder. One which can share this weight that putting me down. One on which I can cry my heart of. But can I trust again. Last night a murder took place, occurring in my mind. Last night a crime scene was declared, set in my heart. Murder of my hopes, scene of crushed dreams. Hardened feelings, destroyed by a familiar beam. A beam of relationships, a beam I once trusted. A beam that now I fear may never stand again. I have proof, I have evidence. Who will hear the echo of my troubles. Who will give me justice. I know his face, I know his status. A masquerade, skilled in a gamble. A gamble of emotions, the gamble of life. A friend who will leave you in darkest times. He said I will care for you like a brother. But ran of, saying why bother. I was in trouble, living on the streets. All I needed was a place to stay, a shoulder to cry on, and a helping hand. They all help themselves leaving me alone, saying why bother. Last night a murder took place, occurring in my mind. Last night a crime scene was declared, set in my heart. I had evidence, I had proof. Did I need a judge? I knew him, I knew his home did I need a judge. All I need now is a shroud. Can you help me? © 2015 SCRIBBLERAuthor's Note
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Added on April 18, 2015Last Updated on May 1, 2015 Tags: Murder, Confidence, Betrayal AuthorSCRIBBLERAuckland, New ZealandAboutPeople may hear your words, but they feel your attitude!- John C. Maxwell. more..Writing
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