My Hanging. My Death.A Poem by Into_The_CosmosInspired by Perry Smith's end in this world, this poem weaves its way through his mind as Perry steps up to the plate and has his life taken away from him.I cannot see from within My face cannot feel the growing
breeze. I slowly let go of my ailing grin As the pain in my body begins to
ease ~~ The men around me show no sorrow. No tears for me were ever shed. This is the way they wanted me to
go, Not caring if I ever bled. I await for my turn with the
noose, Watching solemn faces go numb. I long for my limbs to grow oh so
loose And for my heart to beat like a
weakening drum. They motion towards me as I walk
up these steps. Their eyes glued to my every
move. I stand stiff as they go through
routines and reps. I now know that I am sure to
lose. A black mask and icy cold hands
touch my face and neck; A foretelling rope resting
against my spine. They place me up onto the deathly
deck. And begin to take what is
rightfully mine. My numb ears hear them speak, “May the Lord have mercy on your
soul.” A quick drop sends my body
growing weak. My feet dangling through a
despairing hole. The people around me gasp. Some managed a small and silent
scream. Why they did this I cannot grasp, But I am glad I can now end this
awful dream. ~~ I now see a light from within. My face is able to feel a
comforting breeze. I slowly begin to grin once again As the pain I had just felt
begins to ease. © 2013 Into_The_CosmosFeatured Review
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