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?

  • No,never!
  • I was the one being murdered!
  • Yes,I murdered someone.
  • I nearly killed someone.
  • I hid a murderer's crime
  • I was the criminal!
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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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glmclendon 4 years ago

jirel, this was a strong powerful piece of writing. You made me feel good, but you also made me feel uncomfortable knowing someone was going through this.

Stay Well


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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and awesome. Powerful and frightening. The stuff nightmares are made of. Well done.


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jirel 4 years ago from Philippines Author

Thank you glmclendon and Gypsy Rose Lee.I wrote it immediately after I woke up from my dream.It was really scary.I felt so guilty even after I woke up.Thanks for stopping by and reading it.

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