The guilty one Oct 5, 2012

No good deed goes unpunished, if there are good deeds indeed, laying her life out like a well-worn carpet, over which people continue to walk, confessing to crimes for which she has no guilt, someone needs to read her her rights, what she ought to already know by heart, she's been through this so often, and for so long, a career criminal, confessing to crime she blames herself for, when no one else does, or if we do, if we love her as we claim to do, the end of an era or error, or a period populated with mistakes she can never make amends for, while we wait and watch for the inevitable conclusion, her need to flee, we caught the dust, confused, never once imagining it would conclude like this, a confession posted first as a poem, a public announcement she can't possibly take back now that itsis done, what is it that goes through her head, who does she blame, why do I think at the end of the day I'm really the guilty one not her

 

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