A CRIME

What have I done?

I wanted him dead,

so I pushed him away from me.

My body is trembling,

As I look at a dead body.

Is he dead?

Why am I so concerned?

I wanted pleasure from killing someone I do not even know.

Are the cops coming after me?

Are they going to put me in Prison?

Why am I so scared?

When I was the one who wanted the pain.

Now I must hide this secret,

But oh, It is too late.

Cause I already told it out,

here in this Poetry.

A crime that is once done is done.