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Apr 2018
She sits inside the prison
arms outstretched to me
I don’t have the heart to tell her
I still haven’t found the key

She sees me as her savoir
spending years trying to set her free
She continues to live on false hope
with no one to blame but me

I trusted all the wrong people
but how was I to know
Her family just wouldn’t support her
and I just couldn’t let that go

Accusing her of hateful crimes
She was completely misunderstood
I tried so hard to convince them
but they just wouldn’t see her good

And so it occurred to me
I’ve been doing things all wrong
Trying to prove her innocence
to those who refuse to let her belong

I head back to the prison
and slowly take her hands
I have to tell the truth
and pray she understands

I look deeply into her eyes
feeling every ounce of shame
I just can’t free her
but she says I’m not to blame

She wipes away my tears
whispering stop searching for that key
You exposed the truth of our false hope
and that’s enough to set me free
03/31/18
Melissa Rose
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Melissa Rose  48/F/Canada
(48/F/Canada)   
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