The Guilty Criminal

I am have no freedom.
My hands are handcuffs
I am drowning in a pool of blood
My guilt almost lead me to death
But my consciousness never let me die
I have done horrible things.
For which I am convicted
And law wants me dead.
I cannot pass with the things that I have done.
Holding myself to keep the dead out of my reach
But I have reaped far too many.
Their soul cries for my final punishment.
But I am atoning my sins
In the bars of a prison cell
But as time comes
I will sit in a chair
Taking my last breath
And begin my journey in a place called HELL

Author's Note

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Reviews

[wordman]

dam Terrence,you wrote a tear jerker my friend

[Terrence Chang]

Thank you Wordman

[Emily]

I like it!
Another one of my favorites from you!
Keep it up!

[Terrence Chang]

Thank you soo Emily

[success]

it is never too late...Christ is the saviour...

[Terrence Chang]

I am sure he will. Amen

[Jamestown]

Ouch! This fella needs Christ and fast! This is awesome my friend, I really felt involved
in the piece, you had great wording that draws the reader in! First two lines I'm wondering
if you meant to print them that way? Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Terrence Chang]

Thank you James. Yes I ment to keep it that we cause he had given away his freedom by his acts and the cops has handcuffed him

[Jamestown]

Gotcha! Great job, hope you have a minute to look at one of mine, b-blessed!

[Don't just B, but B ama..]

Wonderful description of a person sentenced to death, and dealing with the guilt, shame, and remorse. Powerful piece. Good Job.

[Terrence Chang]

Thank you Brian

[Don't just B, but B amazing!]

Your welcome Terrence.