Brian Lehnen Poet Quatrain

The Condemned

I am a mass murderer, or so I've been told.

I have been convicted, I sit here alone

This 10x10 cell has too long been my home.

My appeals are exhausted, there's nowhere to go


The clock on the wall, ticks closer to twelve

In just mere minutes, I'll be sent hell.

Guilty as charged, I do feel compelled

To unburden my soul before I am felled


My victims were taken, with nary a care

Simply because, they happened to be there.

I took what I wanted, from anyone, anywhere

They didn't deserve it, it wasn't fair.


The warden has now arrived at my door

To take me on my last walk, down that long corridor.

I've never taken life, so seriously before

Now that I'm standing outside the chamber door.


The poison injected, will course through my veins

My systems will shut down, I prey there's no pain

To my parents, I'm sorry my life was lived in vain

To my victims families, I apolgise again.


I'm a condemned man, with no one to blame

I'm a condemned man, filled with sorrow and shame.

I've wasted my life, and now I must pay.

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