Prompted by a poetry challenge found in the Poetry Club. :)
You're the killer, who said?
The judge, the jury, you're now the man in red.
Too bad that camera was such a good listener,
And there you are now, high profile prisoner.
The pain you caused, the wreckage of nerves,
The file is sealed, and justice is served.
Allowed one more word, and one last glance,
You just took your last breath as a good, free man.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of Me
PoetryThis is a continuation of Poured Out on Paper. Filled with happiness, love, anger, and lust, here's to another poetry book, and to a whole new adventure... (:
