Ghost of the Gallows

In this cell, I lied on the cold dungeon floor,

With nothing but rags, rats, scraps of paper and little ink.

I felt the icy breath of Death on my neck,

A cold tingle up my spine,

My breath shattered the silence,

My heart shook the cell with every thud.

I longed to scream to make it stop,

But my voice had left me as well.

I heard faint tick-tocking of the clock,

Counting the few minutes I had left.

Louder and louder it got,

The longer and longer it seemed.

I pulled my hair,

Pounding the icy floor,

Sobbing angry tears is all I could do.

Infuriated that I’d be hanged, though I never did it.

I never killed his wife,

I never killed him.

Wrongly accused of the crime lead me there,

Only seconds away from hanging.

Everyone in the town had gathered,

Celebrating, sobbing.

I felt the rope around my neck,

I felt the floor drop.

Then nothing, no more pain,

No more weight.

I stand beside my body, limp, cold.

Those judges will pay,

Those people will regret their smiles.

Reviews

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dark_flower,

Waiting - death row - wishing you could die before you give them the satisfaction of watching it happen.

In these days, these times... one person accused you, no evidence needed. Yet we still, this society make the same mistakes... death row still alive in states. Same world different technology.

This poem contained everything needed to make a great poem, love - death - fear - resentment - dirty deeds - revenge and great words. There may be a few too many conjunctions inside, but it is still a great poem.

You should consider this one for the contest DarkSecrets in Poetic Infusion Society (after you remove some conjunctions I think it is well suited).

I enjoyed your poem, thanks for the invite to read you.

Have a great day,

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