Beginning to loose sanity
while morbid thoughts
implode my mind
all life passes before me
as I am afraid of next dawn,
The precious time ticking
draining like grains of sand
the dark night relentless
moving like blades on my skin,
I paused suddenly
to contemplate my deeds
to think of the victim
to feel its ordeal
how I became the monster
that engulfed poor soul
why her cries I didn’t hear
that will haunt till the end,
While passing now
these thoughts abate my fear
the gallows wait me
as my end is drawing near.
This is about the thoughts of a prisoner awaiting gallows next morning.
Seeking redemption?
Nicely penned!
Yes he sort of realized his deeds and is repenting.
Thanks for ur comment.
I read this poem first, it was shocking for me since, you painted sharply and exactly the condemned person’s last onrush of feelings. I pondered whether how can you know it so correctly… Excellent poem and at the same time, frightening…
Thanks Cassandra, your words means a lot.
The poem is just a reflection of my thoughts if death is staring right away. Death is so much fascinating subject that one would have different opinions at different times.