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I lie withing my darkened cell reflecting on my acts and how wildly they differ from those things you call the facts I did not, would not hurt my love nor cover her face in blood if you'd shared with us a moment you'd know I never could All I know is I came home and found her lying there the woman I loved lay dying and I fell to my knees in despair Yes we'd fought early that night but the only thing raised was my voice Yes I went to a bar and had a few beers and I walked there and back by choice I don't know what happened while I was out or why nobody saw me go or why folks at the bar don't remember me maybe they were all watching the show But when I cam home and saw her there I fell to my knees right away picked her up and held her tight and sorry was all I could say I was sorry that the last we spoke were the words of a fight and not love Not sorry that I'd done her some harm or like OJ at losing his glove But it seems that you made up your mind what I meant because it was easy and simple and neat just another frustrated husband you said with a wife he thought he could beat And thats all it took to sell them you side don't bother looking too hard for the truth But what happens when, he does it again and someone else ends up next to my Ruth And yet my time is to be served my sentance handed down and in this place I am to rot in despair I am to drown
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Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 3:46 PM UTC
Innocent man
I lie withing my darkened cell reflecting on my acts and how wildly they differ from those things you call the facts I did not, would not hurt my love nor cover her face in blood if you'd shared with us a moment you'd know I never could All I know is I came home and found her lying there the woman I loved lay dying and I fell to my knees in despair Yes we'd fought early that night but the only thing raised was my voice Yes I went to a bar and had a few beers and I walked there and back by choice I don't know what happened while I was out or why nobody saw me go or why folks at the bar don't remember me maybe they were all watching the show But when I cam home and saw her there I fell to my knees right away picked her up and held her tight and sorry was all I could say I was sorry that the last we spoke were the words of a fight and not love Not sorry that I'd done her some harm or like OJ at losing his glove But it seems that you made up your mind what I meant because it was easy and simple and neat just another frustrated husband you said with a wife he thought he could beat And thats all it took to sell them you side don't bother looking too hard for the truth But what happens when, he does it again and someone else ends up next to my Ruth And yet my time is to be served my sentance handed down and in this place I am to rot in despair I am to drown
a-thomas-hawkins
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Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 3:46 PM UTC
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