Never used to look like this, you won't recall me
I caused innocent cute girl to die years ago
A young thing who sweet looks would break anyone's heart
Her untimely death was entirely up to me
When I was driving oh so many years ago
Butcher from hell they called me putting fear in all
When driving that foggy day too fast (so they say)
Peering through the mist following sedan in front
When in the dimness this girl tried to cross the road
Brushed against sedan which not a soul did see
He didn't stop, didn't care one bit, all left to me
I called ambulance, cops came too unknown to me
The girl died before they got to hospital
No witnesses, no details of the death, just me
Was arrested as they checked details of the site
Court decided twelve years the time for me
I got out after ten years which was a bonus
I didn't need disguise but did reshape my life
Swept the past under the carpet as they say
Church rector wed wife and me; my past swept away
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Note the words given (all used) curiously wrote the story for me!
Sometimes the words do write themselves, don't they? Or, want to be prose when I wanted a poem. Such tragic accidents too often happen, and the innocent (besides innocent victims) are imprisoned.
ReplyDeleteI wonder: Is it really so easy to sweep away the past and live as if it never happened?
ReplyDeleteWishing you Happy Holidays and a Healthy New Year ... Cheers!
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