Silence?
Prisoners snore.
Chains rattling.
Starts as a dream.
Ends a nightmare.
Shivering in the dark,
Cold room.
Begging for food.
Sentence.
25 years.
What a long time,
for a simple thing
She said she want to go.
I just got her there faster.
Is that such a bad thing?
She already had the rope.
It was already hung.
It just needed to be swung.
They caught me.
With their cars and lights
And all.
They were too late.
She hung like a drape.
By the time they got to the scene.
I hope she's happy,
Now that she's gone.
Because now I wish to be her.
A small, girl.
Poisoned by society.
Pretty, thin, and tall.
She wasn't.
Hopefully, I stopped her pain.
Now I wish she would stop mine.
I beg and I plead.
25 years.
I thought I was doing a deed.
But apparently prisoners,
Don't do deeds.
Now I help with the garden.
Picking weed by weed.
Grass stained hands,
At my need.
If only she left her rope,
For me.
YOU ARE READING
Depressed
Poezjaliving life day by day. not much else to say, just wasting away, every step I take. I. Can't. Breathe.
