They said I took a life...
and mine they'll take to pay.
Memories of when I was a child,
taught to say I'm sorry.
And that fixed it all.
Yet, the words mean
nothing today.
Irony...
Back then I never meant
what I said,
they swallowed it every time.
And now that I can
feel those words resonate
within my soul...
the tears that fall
sting my eyes
But their ears refuse to
hear my sorrow,
my repentance
or my regret.
They only hear the story
the newspaper created of me...
That story's wrong you see,
I wasn't cold & heartless
like they said,
and only in their words were
emotions left for dead.
I cried yesterday,
will again tomorrow,
No dry eyes today.
Numb I'm not,
detached they say
from who?
Not them!
I feel them every day.
Somehow they weaved
a lot of fiction with
very little truth
and now I am a monster...
who is incapable of feeling.
Oh! How I wish this were true...
but regret, sadness & fear
rip through my soul,
and eat me alive
loneliness aches deep within
my bones
because
they said I took a life
and mine they'll take to pay
the cost is not what
occupies my thoughts,
it's the look in their eyes...
the disgust and the fear.
this is what I choke on,
while silently I cry.
I took a life they say,
and they say I have to die.
it's not the poison they'll
inject into me that killed me
today,
it is the solitude they
forced upon my soul,
the loneliness that seeps
slowly through my veins,
stealing my breath,
their love,
and finally my life.
I fade into another
story for them to read.
And for them I'm just another
monster who finally got
what I deserved.
They never spent a moment
with me, but hated me all the same.
Spit words of contempt
upon my death and
raised their hands in praise.
They said I took a life,
and mine they'll take to pay.
-C.J.

This is a very describing poem. I like it. Gave me goosebumps... Thank you for sharing!

Thanks for the thank you :-)...

CJ