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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…
Entered in John Lawless 7/27/15 “Short Shrift” Poetry Contest