The Culprit

This is a poem I made for the one who used to mock people behind their backs. (One of my classmates)

 

I wonder where gone the culprit

I wonder where he heeded

Did he go somewhere?

Somewhere out near

Nah, perhaps he’s been knocked

Knocked by all those people

Whom he tittle-tattle badly

Pity for him,

Now he cannot be trusted.

 

Author's Note

I do not intend to hurt anybody here alright? So if it hurts you leave it.

Reviews

[Rachel DeHart]

I really like these lines
"Knocked by all those people
Whom he tittle-tattle badly
Pity for him,
Now he cannot be trusted."