Walking Alone

Gallows stark against the western sky,
Built for the purpose of a man to die.

This is the one place a man must walk alone,
Sentenced to die for crimes society can't condone.

Charges committed against the state,
No hope left he calmly accepts his fate.

In position, standing over the trap,
At the end of a rope his neck will snap.

He has lived his life hard and fast,
Never accepted, always an outcast.

At an early age he turned to crime,
Robbing banks, his most favorite past time.

For the love of easy money, now he will die,
Living will be over in the blink of an eye.

Life slipping away, he's starting to fade,
His debt to society, has finally been paid.

Poetry by Queen
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Written on 2005-08-13 at 04:45

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
some go the beaten path... makes them feel more alive maybe? *shrug* again, excellent poem... i like your style... and these western settings are a real blast... i enjoyed this one too... :) thanks for sharing :)


Commentally Ill
well that will teach him to rob a bank!

chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
arr the final penalty, to be paid in full. live the life, pay the price, i am sure many regretted that at that end :)