A Crime Committed

 

It felt like nothing has ever felt like before

So much power, such strength

To grasp in my firm hands the mere existence

Of others, quite like me and yet

Weaklings

Faint-hearted

Cowards

Such is their image in my mind

As I walk this road

With loneliness and desolation side by side

They say that when you’re on the top

You’re alone to savor the moment

To celebrate the victory

And yet, what I did

Is not something to celebrate!

Rather, contemplate

Think over it, again and again and again

Introspect

Why I did this?

Was it for the good of me or the one I did it to?

If only destruction was my aim…

How CAN it be by aim?

Is redemption possible?

A crime is forever inscribed on my consciousness

I did it for some good

It was supposed to benefit someone

Anyone

Not me

Not you

Yet, all it bred was ravaging havoc

For me

For you

And possibly for everyone else

My soul is doomed

Is this how every crime is committed?

 

Author's Note

A new topic.

Reviews

[Ruth]

Interesting subject for thought love! To place ourselves in this situation so we can write about it needs an open mind...who knows what it is that commits the crime, so to speak?
Makes the reader think though!
Powerfully thought provoking love!
It would be good if we could indeed place ourselves in the minds of others you know, for one day....maybe we could understand better :)
Makes me wonder what sort of souls are infused into everyone's bodies at birth you know!
xx

[stars are far]

nice !!