'The Crime of Life' : a poem

'The Crime of Life'

Through the cobwebs

of discontent

in the darkness of the deepest

I,

lies

the crime of life

I,

the criminal

await

with panting breath

and bleeding heart

in the dock of life

I,

who once pranced around

like a proud peacock

flouting my feathers

now sitting timidly

urgently seeking relief

awaiting my fate

as the silent bells of times gone by

toll

vibrating in screeches

inside my hollowed soul

I,

the judge

donned in flowing robes

sit upon my throne on high

to judge impartially

to hear the testimony

of the prosecutor

and defender,

finally

to commit the accused

to freedom

or penance

as the jury finds fit

I,

the jury

sitting beside

my unlikely peers

from all walks of life

all shapes and sizes

all colours and religions

sit down

to hear the accusations

and rebuttals

'YOU

are accused

of the most hideous crime of all

- living

an UNFULFILLED LIFE'

cries out the soul

And

I

knowing

I

am the criminal,

judge,

jury and defender

ignore the prosecuting soul

and contemplate

the next crime,

knowing that

I

will never be found guilty

or committed

And the hollowed soul

just goes on

crying ever louder

until

finally

the sound becomes unbearable

and through the cobwebs

rays of light

pierce into my darkness

The defender

runs out of excuses,

the judge

is shown to be impartial,

the jury

was rigged,

and the soul

was seen dancing

for the first time

And then

I

found myself

to be -

not guilty

Pepe.

Paper cranes.