Life Sentence
What is a life sentence?
Is it when a judge castes years upon your life?
Locked away behind medal bars,
With no chance of parole.
Or is it being born without question?
Your fate is in your own hands.
Whatever your wrongdoing is,
Comes back to you tenfold.
A life sentence,
With out the chance of parole,
Is the very life sentence you are living at this very moment.
Without those heavy steal bars,
Under lock and key.
Your free to roam,
Where ever that maybe.
But what ever wrong doing you have created,
You will have to answer to your own hands of fait.
It could be a painful sentence,
With years added on to your mortal life.
Or your life sentence can end quickly and painless,
With your very last breath.
Copyright © Donna Tymec | Year Posted 2022
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