by Ana M Torres
They said I didn't care
that I had no remorse,
they found my son outside
not sure what could be worse.
Placed under arrest
handcuffed and confused,
scratching up the face
left the arms quite bruised.
Handcuffed to a bed
unable to roam,
prisoner I was
unable to go home.
It was a mistake
for going to sleep so late,
How could I react?
so it's myself I hate.
They said I didn't care
Because I couldn't cry,
They couldn't see my shame
If only I knew why.
Now I sit here trapped
with memories each day,
a criminal I was
who couldn't have her say.
They said I didn't care
my summer of bad luck,
I'm bleeding deep inside
because I cared too much.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Ana M. Torres is a published author and poet. She published novels Love Child and its sequels Child No More, and Child Scorned. She is also the author of three Christmas/short story poetry books J and K Christmas, and the sole Shadowed Tears. She was born in New York and is the mother of two boys Jason and Kristofer.
Last updated May 31, 2019