His footsteps pounded the concrete,
They flooded her ears, a manic beat,
Her weary eyes fluttered open,
In her brain, a crazy notion.
She gripped the incarcerating steel,
Screamed from her soul, her words unsealed,
"Nem bűnös!" she wailed, through menacing tears,
"Not guilty!" she screeched, through imperiling fears.
But her foreign tongue, he could not comprehend,
Her hope ran away along with that man,
Her body collapsed on the stone, cold floor,
As the attorney escaped down the corridor.
Chicago's claims ripped her apart,
For to kill her love, her sweetheart,
Her guilt, her regret, her shame,
Would have hanged her from a gallows' frame.
Chicago's claims pierced her heart like a knife,
A hasty decision from a bitter strife,
Uncle Sam wanted just to drop the load,
To do nothing to crack her code.
A/N
I wrote this for school this week. It's sort of a continuation of my other poem "I Didn't Do It". I think this explains the story a lot better and is, by far, a better poem.
Thanks for reading!
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From My Mind to Yours (2016)
Poetry"I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty". (Edgar Allen Poe)
