Murder
Destruction
A mere Illusion,
An understatement,
An unlawful, unethical, chaining deceit of what you committed,
For what you did was far more grave,
more weighty
Far more critical
What you committed was nothing short of murder, slather...DEATH
Is it even possible to be living, walking, breathing, laughing, smiling, feeling and still be dead?
A feeling only felt, but not delivered,
A laugh slips and falls just as quickly as a lightening flashes and disappears
A breath- shortened, stifled.
Dead,
Dead and yet still moving,
Moving so slowly, everything passes you by.
You become a mystery, a number, a blob.
Nothing,
Always something, waiting,
Patiently waiting to snatch you up.
Never escaping, not surviving.
Moving enough to prevent the darkness from wrapping you in its cold, lifeless arms.
Just, moving.
Complete obliberation, annihilation, demolition of livelihood
Of what was,
What was a happy, curious, unpolluted, innocent child.
A trail left for every other to travel,
Never shifting, always disappointing,
Taking, taking, always taking
Stop! Please Stop!
I'll have nothing left!
I'm almost empty,
Almost done,
Waiting, patiently waiting till my day comes.
Stop.
Strength find me,
Courage, please don't leave me be.
Bravery, my long-lost friend.
Sanity, I didn't mean to harm thee
please, stay, stay with me
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Someone, anyone
Save me
Murder
About this poem
A poem about an victim who wants the perpretrator to feel or see the weight of the crime committed.
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Submitted by Wild_Emu on December 09, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | aaxxxbcx dxxxdexxeexexe xxx ceefxbaxf bbxbb GGGabG |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,382 |
Words | 255 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 14, 3, 9, 5, 6 |
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