Today, people will gather,
to hear my story.
I know the courtroom
will be packed.
Journalists, will fight
to take the glory.
Psychologists say, something
inside me cracked.
Inside this cell, I had
enough time to think.
Surrounded by people,
who, like me, lost the way.
My future's unknown,
I'm standing on a brink.
Finally, I'll know, after
what happens today.
I'll stand up and tell them,
what they need to know.
Facing questions and giving
answers for continiuty.
A feedback of what happened,
time passes slow.
Lawyers, judges, deciding
if I'm innocent or guilty.
But, I loved my husband,
so I shot my lover.
I loved my husband, therefore,
there'll be no other.
Jacqui Broad
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-triangle-10/
