The Gravity of Crime
I stand in front of the mirror
To see the man I've become
I see distortions in my form
I see lines where there were none
The colour in my eyes slowly dies
Day by day the life fades
This is the price I'll pay!
The crimes I've committed
The murder done.
I carry that gravity of my crimes
I carry a murdered mans last cries
The pressure pushes me down
I see it in my face's frown.
A murdered man's life gravity
Doubles up on me
Years of guilt take their toll
A double weight of gravity presses on me
Eternally
For the crimes I've done.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2016
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