Confession of a criminal
How would you feel when you hide somebody's crime? You might not be the criminal but isn't it the same when you hide a criminal and his wrong doings? I wrote this poem after I realized that I covered up a murderer and didn't have him punished by law. To know more read the poem.It's a confession!
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Did you ever have a dream about murder?
He called me his friend,
When there was;
A devil inside him
A fact I denied?
He used to tell me,
How much he hated her,
Also told would get peace
Once she died.
I thought
He was just crazy
Babbling out nonsense
And out of his mind.
Several days later,
I couldn’t believe my eyes,
The news said that the famous star is dead,
Left only few details.
Her fans mourned,
They didn’t know that;
She was murdered,
As true facts were covered.
That very day,
He came up to me again,
His eyes looked like those of devils;
I faked it as he shared a toast as a celebration.
I couldn’t believe it,
Was I also responsible?
I wanted to scream out the truth
With my zipped mouth.
My cousins were close to her;
She was also my colleague;
They wanted to hear the truth;
What really happened in the workplace.
I looked straight at their eyes;
Bravely pretended;
I didn’t know anything at all;
About the famous star’s death.
Inside me someone yelled;
“Let me out!
I can’t hold this any longer. If you don’t
You are the real murderer”
The more people mourned;
The more I felt responsible.
I was scared of the murderer,
But the only way was confession!
Days passed;
More it felt like I killed her.
I was dying inside too;
I didn’t want to live like this forever.
I wanted to take a rest;
But every time I closed my eyes;
The dead lady appeared in front of me;
Asking me to help.
I felt like my soul was wounded,
My conscience was killed.
The only way I could freely breathe,
Was to have the truth revealed.
I murdered her;
This is what I felt;
But the real criminal was enjoying,
His days then.
I couldn’t do it anymore;
I struggled a lot;
Opened my eyes suffocating;
Luckily realized I had been dreaming.
The dream left me shaking;
It felt so real.
A question popped up in my head;
How could a murderer live without any fear?
It was a dream to me;
But hiding the crime made me suffocate inside,
How could the real murderers in the real world
Being guilty really survive?
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