Crack!
Goes the rifle.
My hands
Are bound.
I fall
To my knees.
As my strength
Gives out.
A bullet
Through my heart.
The pain
Is searing.
My price
Has been paid.
My wrongs
Righted.
The crowd cheers.
The man leers.
My face is on the ground.
There is no point in struggling.
Blood
Covers the hard-packed earth.
I feel
My life give out.
In my last seconds, I think-
"What if I could start over again?"
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This is about a public execution of a criminal. These first bunch are just gonna be about death.
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A Book of Themed Poetry
PoetryThis is basically a collection of a bunch of "worthwhile" poems I have written throughout the years, both for classes and on my own. There will be some triggering things, so skip past them or don't read if you feel sensitive to the topics. I believe...
