Your walking
On a straight road that leads to your death
There is nothing scarier then knowing that you are leading yourself to the chopping block
You pleaded to the king and queen to let you live but they would not have it.
You have been sentenced to death for a crime that you didn't know you committed.
And so you walk down the street and the people in the cars that are passing are staring at you because you can't keep the small sobs silent and you can't keep the tears from falling.
This is how the world will remember you
As a crying sobbing weakling too afraid to go home because your parents are to yell at you for things that you don't know you did
YOU ARE READING
A Little Poetry
PoésieJust a little poetry that I wrote in the darkness of my room WARNING This will most likely be depressing Sorry
