Confession Poem by Kennedy Huston

Confession



I'm sitting in a chair
my hands can only move inches
cuffed together behind my chair
my eyes down cast
smiling
the door opens
chair legs scrape the floor
a sight settles in the air
'Why did you do it'
they ask
'Where are they'
hidden
they don't need to know though
the only thing they need to know
is that i'll never tell.

Confession
Friday, October 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: crime
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shakil Ahmed 30 October 2015

nice poem, ending is beautiful, i enjoyed reading the poem, thanks for sharing, if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comments,

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