Be today a honest jury
As I lay to your verdict, my fate!
It's to me an innocent darkened story
My conscience bears guilt's weight.
Decide and declare if I'm guilty or free!
For being in the middle, makes me sick!
Life is nothing without a perfect peace
Living without paying guilt's fees
All I've got are the black memories
I can't say, I made a choice.
Childhood indeed covered my thinking
and I was out committing' unknown felonies.
I was then only twelve
And my cutie five years less!
I recalled playing daddy and mummy
as I laid my hands on her tummy!
Going slowly downward, my fingers pressed!
She smiled, she hugged tighter
I shamelessly went further!
It became a daily routine
Until I turned thirteen!
The memories of playing hide and seek
Makes me dirty and sick!
Oh that I could rewrite this crime
committed in innocence.
How I wish I was then sane!
For I wouldn't have soil her innocence
I wouldn't have forfeited my pride
I'm afraid she bound in traumas!
I'm scared her wounds are fresh!
I want to know about her fairings!
I doubt if she's whole!
Judge me jury
I know thou at ready!
Though guilty in innocence
You need reach my depth of regrets!
Be not quick
to render your verdict.
Recall also thy childhood days
If you had control of all dealings
Then call my plead fables!
An interesting poem. Who am I to judge? Childhood is no excuse if you know it's wrong, neither is curiosity. 🍀👍