Condemned

These days on death row
Aren't unpleasant. They
Pass with a satisfying
Slowness. I rise and I
Eat. I read and I look
Out of my prison cell's
Window. It's fall, so
The leaves, gaily dressed,
Drop from trees. There's
A town in the distance
I never will visit, a
Woman, who I've loved,
Who'll tell me on Friday
She'll no longer see me.
That will be when
I am slain.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-11-09 at 05:19

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