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Prisoner 4-23 (Poem)

Jason, is an educator that uses his spare time to write poems

Prisoner 4-23

Court room is silent

The gavel’s thunder echoes

The sentence is passed

Desperate pleas ring

“That murder is not my deed”

It’s an injustice

My only fault done,

Drink ten bottles of cold rum,

Passed out on the street

No one believed me,

My friends, my family are gone,

Alone I stay here

This cell is my room,

This prison my new home,

These bars are my friends

I lay in my cell,

Waiting for the judgment day,

Angel’s horn, bursting

God is my witness,

I am good from heart to soul,

I walk, head held high

There! To the gallows—

They escort me to my rest,

My hands in shackles

They asked my last words,

I have nothing to reveal

There’s only silence.

© 2019 Jason Villar


Jason Villar (author) on June 13, 2019:

Thank you Sherin

Sherin Skaria from Kerala,India on June 10, 2019:

A touching poem.

Jason Villar (author) on June 08, 2019:

Thank you for your kind words, Jodah

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on June 08, 2019:

A touching and real poem. I felt the prisoner's anguish. Well done.

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