What have you to say for yourself, sir?
'Twas not I,
For I had seen him
Alive that morn'
'Twas not I,
Who stabbed him,
Though and through,
And caused his
Scarlet blood to flow!
'Twas not I,
For though,
I've thought a thought or two,
And may have,
Wished him dead...
'Twas not I
'Twas not I,
Could not have been,
For I was nowhere near,
That bloody scene.
Just ask me missus.
How many times must I proclaim...
'Twas not I! ! !
Is this not your dagger, then?
What are you talkin' about?
Why, my dagger's,
Right here within it's sheath...
What-
That cannot be! !
What have you done?
You're framing me? !
Your clothes are blood soaked sir!
What, what do you mean...
How can this be?
What have I done?
What, in God's name,
Have I done? ?
You've killed him!
Is this possible,
That I could carry,
So much hatred,
So much detest,
To have commited,
Such a vile act? !
And yet-not known...
I need to retch.
What cursed beast,
Do I become,
When drink,
Becomes my crutch?
June 5th,2006 by Dee Daffodil (H.W)
Dee Daffodil
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twas-not-i/
