The Last Yearn of the Deadman Walking
My hands cup my face,
My head hangs oh so low ,
How did I get here ?,
Why I don't know,
My mother said she loved me, My father left a day,
Shackles On,
I walk the mile,
The chains clink on , I hear no sounds,
I see no faces just a blur,
I walk the longest steps of my end,
When I was free ,I would run to never more,
Shackles off,
The final click,
I lay down against my will,
My body trembles with the fear,
Oh, Dear mother do not sob,
I am cold as I lay near death, I long to feel warmth once more,
My eyes now close, As I pray ,
All is gone,
May God have mercy on me.
Copyright © Patricia Ondish | Year Posted 2010
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