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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

Comments

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.