A Yorkshire Poet Poet Dramatic Verse

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 February 8, 2016 at 4:38 PM I pray for peace and blessing my friend. A Yorkshire Poet February 9, 2016 at 2:36 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.