Guilt

So I’m caught,

Red-handed with its bloody pieces.

Holding your broken heart

I truly thought I couldn’t do this

I hung my head in shame.

A storm brews at my soul’s window.

The trials have just begun.

The verdict I prefer to not know.

Slowly I approach the judge

Her body throbs at me

She reads all the charges aloud

In time the verdict would be known to me

You’re charged with:

The breaking of a loving heart

Despite all the promises made at the start

The shedding of innocent tears

Despite your hope for future years

She asks:

“Do you understand all that was read?

And what have you to say for yourself?”

 I reply:

“I made it, so I must lie on this bed

Words? I prefer to say nothing else.

But I must!

So you’ll know how I feel

What I did was not just

But I can’t lie to stay real

I too suffered a loss

As a result of this break

I was at first down for the cause

Yet the feeling slowly faded away

In the end, I have only one faith

Please stop this trial, hurry, and deliberate

I prefer to be blind, though it’s plain to see

This bias jury thinks I’m guilty”

  

The foreman approaches

And thinks aloud:

“I’m guilty on all charges!

Despite the relationship’s circumstances

You’ll not be given second chances”

Even the judge throbs too:

“In time these feelings you’ll not dwell on again

Yet I’m still sentencing you

To an indefinite time of pain.

A pain of uncertainty

Where confusion plagues your mind

A pain that you dealt to me

When she vainly tried for another time.

So now, walk away

With only the troubles of the dark

Though you wish to wash this verdict away

For now, you’ll not live with an innocent heart”