Catastrophe

by NothingGoldCanStay   Sep 4, 2006


I take this story seriously,
Any objections to this catastrophe?
Innocent until proven guilty.
But this one has sunk so far into the water and it has become filthy.
What is the time for this to end?
Problem: The heart he has to mend.
Child, shut up!
You have nothing to say- you've reached the cut.
Your actions state it all.
Let us hope that the press does not get a hold on this fall.
Lawyer speak in his trial.
I cannot, he has past the mile.
We just have to sit back and look on.
His saying in this has been gone.
To review the case over and over.
He's out of luck. No need for a four leaf clover.
The jury watch as he scrambles to get his act together.
Babble out the lies about the murder: seemed like forever.
The judge has decided to give him life.
He expected much. Mumbles something about a knife.
Years pass with a life in jail.
No one ever sent him mail.
One night he spills everything out.
Confesses everything...something about blood comes out of his mouth.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Emma Brown

    Wonderfully written. I love your work; it's amazing. 5/5.
    Much love, Emma xox

  • 18 years ago

    by FlirtingWithDeath

    Wow...is this a true story hun? great work 5/5

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