Accidental Death

THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.

I hit a man for making fun of me because I don't like being mocked.

But he died when he fell down because he hit his head on a rock.

I considered running because I was afraid that people would think it was intentional instead of an accident.

I was right because when I confessed to the Police, prison was where I was sent.

I rotted in the Joint for ten miserable years.

Nobody trusts me anymore, that much is clear.

His death was an accident, I didn't mean to kill him.

I swear that I'll never strike another person again.