The Crimes We Commit Poem by Alexander Hale

Crimson skies reign over this dark night.

Blood oceans splash over the white sand.
Spreading it's treachery over the land.

The moonless night whispers lies of deciet.
Into the hearts of those who sleep.

The wind blows cold.
Raising the hairs on my neck.

I never thought for one moment
of the consequences of my crime.

But now I know I can feel it coming,
I shall pay with my life.

My hands dripping with blood, that is not mine.
Turn the dirt under my feet into mud.

The smell makes me sick but I finish before dawn.

My God.
What have I done?