Poetry that thinks out loud
HURTING INSIDE
I waited patiently for what seemed a life time;
Until the day came that I'd commit my crime.
Inside my emotions were crazy and strong;
I had wanted this moment for ever so long.
I made friends with a guy he was an ex con
And from his point of view we did get on.
But inside my secret was burning away;
My hate grew stronger each living day.
He now felt happy within my trust,
But cast over me was a shadow of dust.
One that hid my intensions inside;
Awaiting the moment they no longer hide.
I'd look at his eyes my skin would crawl;
And what he did, was beyond just cruel.
My child was young barely at school
And without a trace had vanished from all.
A few weeks later the body was found;
In a black bag and dumped on the ground.
The moment I heard I burst into tears;
I was living a nightmare beyond my own fears.
The nights they came with cries of help;
I'd imagine the screams of a child's yelp.
The anger inside would eat at my soul
And over the time it all takes its toll.
I couldn't face court my wife went alone;
The relationship suffered apart we had grown.
The court found him guilty, the sentence came;
The judges verdict was looked on in shame.
His release date came and I was there;
Watching in the background in despair;
Watching this killer now walking free;
This is not justice I see before me.
My time was here it had all come together;
As I kindly invited him into my cellar.
He walked in smiling as I closed the door;
He looked puzzled ‘till I explained more.
The child you killed well I am the father;
I made it my life; that for you I'd come after.
You should've heard him as he began to squeal;
Like the coward he is; it was just unreal.
“I'm sorry” he cried, as he pleaded to me,
But a pathetic piece of scum is all that I see.
The person I was is no longer here;
Left was this evil that grew from the fear.
His screams were loud as I took my time;
Committing my long awaited crime.
I looked at his body it was after I'd done;
Satisfaction or freedom of this there was none.
The pain and anger was as strong as ever;
Inside I felt it would remain forever.
So I tied a noose and to the rafters I clung;
Then I let go, it was over, I hung.
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HURTING INSIDE
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