I Walk To My Fate

Barely enough time before I walk to my fate, to confess all my wrongs before it is too late. The hall is cold – narrow- to the end of the line, short steps echo as my elapsed thoughts entwine. I feel blank walls - constant tears forgotten, sweat from fear - stained and forever rotten. Smell of death cuts me in to - like my knife, that stabbed a young man - took away his life. Oh God forgive me for what I have done, effaced without consent from wife or son. didn’t know him in the dark, he was just there, he fought bravely for his years but didn’t care. I walk to my death – stare through its vile eye, took a young life, now I must clearly die… Copyright © 2015 by Caryl S Muzzey