Resigned and ready to die:
There was nothing to say;
I knew it was good-bye.
I saw them in his eyes:
The suffering and the pain;
He’ll have to travel miles
Till he was free again.
When my roots were shaken,
My life itself pulled down,
His shoulder he had given,
So that I could go on.
He came to me one day;
I saw him as my saviour.
He fell to knees to say:
‘Know that I am a murderer’.
He’d axed two lives down!
One was friend to me…
The news was over town,
But none knew it was he.
He left me fearful, speechless,
A raging storm in mind:
A man who took two lives,
Could he be so kind?
Though, but for this deed,
His life was till then spotless;
He was free from greed;
How could one be flawless!
Callous, unkind, brutal
Men always get away;
I could not see him cruel,
Try as though I may…
Regrets he had none, on
account of what he did;
The action and the reason,
Were, in his eyes, valid.
So I vowed to follow him
Where this would lead us,
Until he found his freedom
I’ll pursue his footsteps.
And when he left today
Uncertain of his fate;
There was, I knew, a way,
But long have I to wait…
(Based on the novel Crime and Punishment.)
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