Poetry / I Am a Bad Person

I’m still waiting for a sign.
Some form of direction
or guidance,
some blinking celestial arrow
telling me what to do next.

I want to be a passenger.
I want to ride shotgun,
and be an innocent bystander,
watching this man steal
and fight and shoot drugs
and hit his girlfriend.
I don’t want to have to claim responsibility
for all the things i’ve done.

They said,
“It wasn’t you, it was the drugs.”
And
“we’re not bad people,
something something, something.”
Well I feel like a bad person.
I still want to steal
and fight and shoot drugs
and hit my girlfriend.
So,
Any time now,
a roadmap should fall from the sky,
with everything I’ve ever done
and ever will do
Highlighted along the way.
I’m waiting.

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December 08, 2005

LadyNarendur

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It is very hard to look at this as just a poem…..what sits between the lines makes me curious about you as the writer, and as a human being. This could very easily be turned into material for a novel or short story, and it would be a good one, I am certain.
The poem itself is simplisitc, but perhaps therein lies its power. Good work.