Believe Me!

Believe Me!

A Chapter by Rose

I only wanted you

To steal from you

To take away

You're most precious gems

That thought never ever 

Came to me


You're a rich and wealthy man

I can see it in your eyes

You know what it's like

To be first class

You have always

Looked down at the poor


In disgust you were

Looking at the worthless, dirty and smelly

Bodies of the poor

But not me

You knew me

You knew me well

I was poor

But never did you look at me

Like that


But your friends

And family looked at me

In the eye

Like they wanted to spit on me

Choke me

To get me out of there sight


I never stole from you

My mind on my heart

I would die for you

Its love

That surrounds me

You're all I want

You're all that I am

Desperate for


I maybe poor

I may be taken over

By hunger

I may wear clothes

Of a tramp

But I have never

Begged you for money


My soul is white

Plain white

Not a spot of darkness

I am innocent


Ask, ask and ask everyone

Ask your family

Ask your friends

Where are your precious gems?

That was put in my room

Not by the hands of me


The filthy hands

That robbed the gems

Belong to someone

That wants me dead


They have got their chance

It's my turn

You can watch me

With guilt in your face

Hang in the gallows





© 2012 Rose

Author's Note

This poem is based in the 17th to 18th century where robbers were caught and hanged.

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Back then it was hard for classes to mix, much harder than today and some were made jealous. I would not be surprised to find out tgat your protagonist was set up by a moneyed lady that was vying for his affections.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Harsh, but well done, Ms. Rosie. I can almost hear a soul calling out from the dead, shaming their accusers for how wrong they were. This is strong enough. well done again.

Posted 9 Years Ago

wow what a way to put this!! this is a great poem. Wonderful work. I love it!! Keep up the great work!!

Posted 9 Years Ago

Fabulous tale relayed wonderfully, with strong imagery and feeling. I've always enjoyed stories writen in a poetic prose style. They enter the mind much smoother and quickly pull me into the world being depicted.

Thanks for the poetic journey!

Posted 9 Years Ago

My soul is white

Plain white

Not a spot of darkness

I am innocent

Love this stanza! i never would have thought of something like this! it's almost like a story. Great write! :)

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on October 2, 2010
Last Updated on June 28, 2012
Tags: liar, death, steal, thief, murder



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