Instructions For A CriminalA Poem by Alice Patterson
What am I supposed to do now?
Just sit here and watch you bury me alive?
Sorry for the inconveince
but that's not how normal people thrive.
Going off to break my heart
not caring if it was ever whole
but, who listens, y'know?
because I guess it wasn't only my life you stole.
They say when a tree falls in the night
it still makes a sound, strong and clear
but you press your finger to my lips
some things no one will hear
Just because I didn't come off strong then
doesn't mean that i'm not iron now
if I get my way the last thing you'll think is
she's so strong, and she doesn't care if I called her a cow.
© 2012 Alice Patterson
Added on April 7, 2012
Last Updated on April 7, 2012
Only a Kid, But Hard To Scare, CA
AboutI am a poet and novelist, though I seldom write short stories other than soliloquies about fictional characters. I love music from the seventies, eighties, and nineties, and alternative music from the.. more..