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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.
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;
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!
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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