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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.

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Steven Henderson

Date: 2/8/2016 4:38:00 PM

I pray for peace and blessing my friend.

A Yorkshire Poet
Date: 2/9/2016 2:36:00 AM

Hi Steven, purely imaginary write. I thought what if a murderer's guilt was to carry the gravity of his victim. Imagine that strain pushing down and what affect it would have? Thanks for your comments. Cheers.