Murder



Murder

Countless screams that very night,
But this time I wasn't the one, Groaning and moaning,
But this time not of pleasure,
Blood dripping,
But this time, It wasn't mine.
Satisfaction spread abroad,
But this time I had my measure.

That little girl, that little child, The one you messed up for several years,
And derived pleasure with all your might,
Now has your life in her hands,
I would kill you a thousand times,
If I got the chance,
It's so sad, you only live once!

On this very night, You are mine,
I'd take a pound of flesh for every night,
To your cry, I will turn a deaf ear,
I'd send you to whoever made you,
I'd do so without fear.
To the upper chamber, my hand went,
The dagger in my hand, oh how you wept!
Deep into your heart,
The dagger went,
The look on your face,
Yes, your last!
My hand is stained,
So was my white.
My innocence you took,
Your life now mine,
How does it feel?
Deadening!  

Rest on, dearest tormentor!
Now I'm a monster,
You were my mentor,
Fight your fears!
Well, I killed mine.
Call me a murderer,
I'm not bothered,
Alas, he doesn't breathe any longer.

About this poem

After being sexually harassed by the man she took to be her father for many years, she comes back for revenge and takes laws into her own hands.

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Written on July 27, 2022

Submitted by frederickgoodness2808 on July 27, 2022

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme ABCBDXC EAXXXX DAXXXFXXFXXXAXDXB CCXEDCXC
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 1,129
Words 250
Stanzas 4
Stanza Lengths 7, 6, 17, 8

Frederick Goodness Amarachi

Born in Kaduna, Nigeria on the 28th of June, 2006. A 100level student studying English and literary studies at university of Abuja, Nigeria. A writer, a poet and a good student. more…

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