Crime and Punishment

In the garret the noon is fevered yellow walls a trapped sour air He counts the boards the stair the stairwell as though the very wood could stare Under the old woman’s little window the thought has already grown a law not hunger not chance but the idea that can make a man his own cross and saw Am I a trembling creature or have the right! The question burns through the Petersburg night! Am I a louse! And still he asks can pride stand up to conscience’s knife! After the stroke it is not escape but fever recoil the ruined mind Pain and suffering are always inevitable for the heart that knows itself too well too blind Sonia near like a quiet witness holds out the cross without a sound Accept suffering and redeem yourself and the old proud will begins to drown Am I a trembling creature or have the right! The question lives through the sleepless night! Pain and suffering are always inevitable and from that cross begins the light! He bends Not to vanish To begin