Your Honour Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Your Honour



Your honour

Your honour, highness judge
Yes I killed, I crushed
But it was…

Should I now seek pardon?
Of you or of the dead?

Did not mean he came I
Smashed him to ground
Saw come out his inside.

Feel bad but not guilty
Can you sir forgive me?

It was a cockroach and
Intruded in my sink.

Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings
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