The Criminal Past by Dave Dutton-Fraser


Writer, Wizard, Former Criminal Mastermind

It was a turbulent world full of violent times

Yet leaving it behind is like casting aside

An unfaithful lover.

It hurts more than it should

As all the pleasures

Despite the pain seem worth

Their presence.


There may have been deceit

And heart rending truths,

Painful to admit and comprehend, yet

There was comfort in their presence.

Love in their words.

Warmth in their touch.


There was money to be gained.

Wealth to be earned,

Squeezed from the souls and pockets

Of those who shared

Our existence.


Addictions were to be toyed with,

Friendships relied upon and yet

All were as false and deceitful.

For each of us held hidden knives

Ready to plunge

Into each other’s backs

At the first sign of some human



How could we ever have loved,

Laughed and romanticized

A past so over filled with

Suspicion and dark emotion?

Perhaps our hearts were filled

With hate and fear born

From darkness?

After all we know in truth

The night was our day.


To leave That World behind

For one where light shines

Should be the simplest of tasks,

Easier than taking

First morning’s breath or

Removing the dirt from

Our feet.


So now why, oh why

Do I feel that leaving

The darkness for the light,

Abandoning those that dwell

In society’s lost shadows

Is the desperate act\

Of a criminal?





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