accomplices in little, everyday crimes
a poem

until you called us, you were safe
driving without worries, kids on board
your afflictions stuffed in dusty corners
wide road ahead
yet something suddenly snapped along the way
you broke down, the car stopped, it can’t move by itself
and then
everything you have hidden in your own patch
became clear and visible to all of us
abruptly it made others realise
that you are not going to take responsibility for it;
you lay on us your little crimes
driving hundreds of miles at night
with children and vulnerable persons
who will be to blame for this?
of course, no means in the middle of nowhere
of course, the opposite weather to the one
you returned from
even though you knew about it here
you think you should be treated with special respect
missing it on the other side
I wonder if you ever thought that
through telling us details of your life
you confess all your sins
committed intentionally and worth hundreds
you have to pay to finally be safe
yet you will never be satisfied
just like me assessing your poor mental judgment
to contain any of it
illogical kink for doing the right thing
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December 2022
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Thank you for reading!
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...




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