Honest Abe
heart sinks.
ears hot.
eyes wander.
and hands fiddle.
Don't think or else it becomes real.
Hold back.
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
no response.
your actions are real,
your thoughts are not.
you attempt to persuade
you've dug your
own
grave
So Silence.
You.
Were.
Caught.
This poem is about:
Me