I think of murder
And I think,
Am I above it or just far away?
Is it beneath me or just not in me?
Or perhaps I’m mistaken
And murder is well within me,
Lurking in my being
Like some skittish imp
Hovering nervous as a finger
A hairs breadth over the trigger
Of a chain reaction of circumstances.
Or instead of this and me being above it
Is it somehow above me,
Like some club of heroes
I cannot join for lack of courage?
I guess all I know for sure
Of my location
In murders great divide…
Is my cringing scared reflection,
Of a victim in your eyes.
Hovering nervous as a finger A hairs breadth over the trigger... some awesome array of thoughts aroha, r
I'm not going to compliment this piece by pulling some of your own words out as to me that would take away from the power of this Gem. The flow is amazing and the general thought that you conveyed from beginning to end was well woven together. I simply loved it, definitely one of my favorite pieces. Be Well **10**
A very intense poem, , each line gives a new facet of the theme, ,10
This one reads like a pschological thriller! ! Very intense...and keeps us on our seat. I love the sudden twist in the end. Nicely done! Hugs, Dee
This is a very thought provoking poem and poses a great question. If I were to answer, I would say murder is in all of us. Though some people are more likely to succumb to the temptation whereas others are less likely.... On the otherhand, I could say we have all murdered something at some point.... Just last night, I killed a wolf spider running across the floor. My weapon of choice...... a shoe, and I am not repentant. Well penned. I enjoyed reading this piece.
This poem is akin to a calm flat sea on a star sprung night. Reflective sparkling brilliance cloaking the dark depths of sea and sky, the evil residing within us all.
i am blown away by this, its a great contemplation of murder, and to what people it apply's to, or possibly that it is by degree the intensity of murder. love this one 10
In every good man there is lurking violence and in every bad man there is lurking virtue. So true your observation. In fact as one great writer in Telugu told good and bad are not in seperate heaps. Man is a mixer of both. This a very special poem.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
grand imagery, this is really good. I love the whole toying with the concept and thinking it over thing