Crime

It's just a crime.
I'm no criminal,
And yet I move about the day,
Seeing myself in blocks of sin.

How do I escape?
From a prison with no bars?
Where do you run?
When there's no place to go?

How will I survive?
A prison with no walls,
Words that echo,
Feelings that haunt.

They all circle,
Like so many specks of soot,
They fill up my lungs
And then I choke.

I am no crime.
I have done nothing,
I am not evil.
But here's a crime.