Denying happiness is a capital crime
it's committing suicide
to the heart of mine
I am the criminal
fully aware of my rights
Going for the kill
and a lifetime of sleepless nights
I am the warden of my private prison
I am guilty of self treason
Anne, you express so well what it is like to have a traitor within. Never thought of it that way, but it hits home with me. Rhymes work without compromising your serious message. There is a little of your sentiment in my latest poem, Poet Tree.
