Caryl Muzzey Poet Sonnet

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

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Graphite Drug January 11, 2016 at 1:07 PM The subject of this poem reminds me of Robin Trower's song "Bridge of Sighs." I mostly write Shakespearean sonnets. They are in iambic pentameter with a rhyme scheme abab-cdcd-efef-gg. When I began writing sonnets I was unaware of their highly technical and elaborate structures.

Samiha Zubair September 14, 2015 at 1:54 PM Predictability for life's end is very painful. A touching write

Poet Destroyer A July 15, 2015 at 3:19 PM enjoyed your write, good luck in the contest:) Luv p.d.

Emile Pinet July 15, 2015 at 1:11 PM You have painted a picture with words that inspire, sadden and captivate the reader. I am captured by the images so skillfully developed by the author and the reality of the words move me. Emile. #7

Andrea Dietrich July 14, 2015 at 4:04 PM I just noticed I said Mind down in my first reply instead of mine. Geeez, well, I have to get off now. Sorry I have no time to search for a new poem to read. If I can find one really fast, I'll go see it. Let me look.

Andrea Dietrich July 13, 2015 at 11:05 PM Now THAT is a sad shrift!!! Mind is a funny one, but it's not up yet. So glad you got another poem up and I wish you luck with the internet.