Criminal

 

“Do you have something-

Something to say?”

The judge says aloud.

 

I take a stroll through my mind

To find words to make it sound.

 

“Judge”, I say, overtone in grey,

“I have a song to sing

before they send me away.”

 

In a room where I belong,

In a tomb I’ll be gone,

In blossoms flowers to bloom,

In a womb I no longer face my dooms.

 

In memories of them-

How I’ve haunted them.

Their eyes flush-

A fiery rush-

To see me gone-

Before it’s dawn.

 

Lay as I have laid,

Will they haunt me in my bed?

Will no one cry on top of my grave?

Will it be so cold-

Will I turn old?

I will be gone,

I will hunt no more,

I will be free-

Resting in the below.

 

Forgive me not-

For I have sinned.

Forgive me not-

It’ll be a regret of dreams.