It's called KarmaA Poem by Ink Angel
poem about a person in prison for taking another life
It’s called Karma
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. What goes around comes around.
My Dads voice going round in my head” it’s called Karma Son” he said.
All the time in the world to sit and think, in this cell, about the boy I stabbed.
The nice guy, the grade A student, gone from this earth.
His mothers tears as she remembers his birth.
All she has now is a black hole, gaping open like the wound below his chest,
The pain inside so deep like a never ending ache.
That boys blood will always be on my hands,
Imprinted, ingrained, into my very skin.
A reminder of what I took from him.
He will always be on my back, for the rest of my life, an extra shadow following me through life. Sitting in this cell now I ask myself why? Drugged fuelled madness took Mr. Niceguy.
What and idiot I am! And I thought I was such a hard man.
” What goes around comes around comes around” my Dad used to say.
What will be my penance to pay?
I could be simply crossing the road one day and my life snuffed out like a candle,
Struggling to reignite, but then my body looses the fight.
That girl of mine, I’ve left behind if she sticks by me, we will have kids eventually.
I’ll teach them right! Not teach them that it’s big or clever to play with knives.
That’s if I get the chance. I picture my Dad looking down at me,
“What goes around comes around its called Karma you see”
But now, what’s done is done.
As much as I like to give that boy back, I can’t you see, and no it wasn’t the crack, it was me. Who knows what destiny holds for me, we shall have to wait and see.....
© 2012 Ink Angel
Shelved in 4 LibrariesAdded on April 15, 2012
Last Updated on May 21, 2012
Tags: Lifes ups and downs!
Reading, United Kingdom
AboutI love to write poetry, love to read poetry, love of graffiti, Art, Angels and photography. I have recently had my poem break of Day pubished and another about the Green man will be published soon :).. more..
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