My Guilty PleaA Poem by BlessedLove....Guilty of something that wasn't meant to be done....What have I done, Where did I get this gun? A gun that expells bullets directed at the heart, Due to my warped view on things. I've done nothing but place the blame upon another; the emotionally deceased. Does that make my view justified? Does that make it ok to shun the ones that "hurt" me just because they did not conform to MY desires?
Why did I do it, you ask?
What a question! A question whose answer would be of great significance. If only I could produce it. What should I say? I never got my way so I pulled that trigger... Or,could I say I just wanted to...because my victim was not even slightly important to me? Could I even say..I didn't do it??
Lies, you say?
How'd you know? I confirm that my target meant a lot to me, That's why I saw the need to keep close, I wanted the emotionally deceased to be mine and mine alone, But that couldn't be the case..to my annoyance.
Why would I place such a firm grip if the deceased wasn't really mine, huh?
Because I'm jealous. Yes,all, I'm jealous and a die-hearted lover. Is that so bad? Is it bad to try to hold on to what you've been searching for? Is it bad to try to put things in place once you've gotten the greenlight; Once you two are the only like terms in an equation of love? Maybe it is... I just couldn't accept that it seems.
So why slaughter the now emotionally deceased, you ask?
Honestly....I didn't mean to. Have you ever wanted something so bad that when something seems to threaten possibilities, you want to just protect it by trying to somehow tie it to you? Well that's just what I tried...but when you stifle someone...they slowly but surely drift from you. That hurts...but,it's your fault isn't it?...no fault of theirs. I could not accept that...I just couldn't.
Yes! I felt rejected.
Though my target did not mean harm, I took it that way. I took it that way because of my skewed vision of everything.... I regret that....maybe the victim would still be alive and I'd learn to live with the feeling of rejection that I contracted on my own basis....
You've invited me off the stands... What a trial inded. My conscience soon to be cleared... but when... I found it hard to lie...Has that worked against me?
What's my plea, you ask??
I plea guilty. Yes, I did it all! I plea guilty. What have I done? I plea guilty. How could I do such a thing?
Will I now be punnished for my honesty? For my guilty plea?...
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8 Reviews Added on October 9, 2008 Last Updated on October 20, 2008 AuthorBlessedLoveKingston, JamaicaAboutI'm a Christian and I strive to be more than an ordinary servant. I have a love for music and poetry as these are the means through which I express myself efficiently..or rather, to my satisfaction. .. more..Writing
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