Theme: Death

I Took a Life

I went to a man's house and stabbed him with a knife.
Now I've been consumed by guilt because I took a life.
I killed the man because he and I could never get along.
As I watched him die, I learned that what I did was wrong.
This remorse and guilt that I feel won't come to an end.
I'm going to go to the police station and turn myself in.
I robbed his family of a husband and a dad.
When I took his life, it was very evil and bad.

(This is a fictional poem.)


More By  :  Randy Johnson

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