I reflect on my wasted life.
|The sun has risen.
This I can see.
I smell the warmth.
The moistness of the early dew.
All is right in my solitary world.
Then the memory of what I have done comes back hauntingly.
I take the time to ponder on my plight.
My world is small.
I walk it in three steps.
My possessions are few.
No need for possessions in my predicament.
I stare outward and remember......
The freedom of the vastness of the world.
I had it all......
Money, love, earthly possessions and yes, freedom......
As I sit in my cell, awaiting the hangman, I remember.
I stare blankly out of the tiny window.
I see nothing.
I hear nothing.
Only in my mind do I have animation.
I disgraced the very essence of life.
A jolt brings me once again to the world of men.
Dressed all in black.
This man, this presence, is the end-er of lives.
He jesters me violently towards the door of my cell.
The morning now sours.
Gone is the feeling of placidity.
The walk to the gallows is short......
The rope is tight, I rasp for breath!
Once again all is right in my solitary world......
Fiery breath suddenly touches my neck!
A whisper, one of doom, reaches my blistering ears.
In life you failed, in death shall you excel!!!!!!!!