Inner Thoughts

Lynching Story

My dress flowed in the wind as black as my supposed soul.
A simple night for walking is the only thing I wanted with no need for talking to me.
My bones rattled with every stride I took, but I was only a shadow that people would overlook.
Never did that bother me because I knew what was expected of me, so I enjoyed my own company.

My duty reckoned at me when I heard a calling of my soul.
Spirituals had ended with sorrowful moans and groans of the lights as a whole.
They stood for hours, waiting and dating their fateful end covered in white.
By the end of the night, I heard shouts and cries of Agony, Pain, Revenge, and Pride.

Agony is a familiar friend to me, who I watched in most moments.
Pain is Agony's lover who has been there forever, who's attraction is intoxicating and potent.
Revenge is a master of the human nature, dominated by emotions, and influence is its bestowment.
Pride is what I have seen devour the best of men, but even then, a sin is a deadly sin.

I heard tell of a woman, who was much like me, but only a tab bit darker, you see.
Although, that never bothered me, but it seemed to be the reason that decided who they are meant to be.
I knew she had a husband with two children but never had I seen them.
So, then, I only knew of them like how I knew of everyone who would eventually be condemned.

It never occurred to me that a simple misunderstanding could potentially be
The end of life, despite how awful limiting it seemed to be. But lynching?
For that, I knew I must see.

Rumors, gossips, and claims buried my bones with their unfortunate fame of a gunshot.
Apparently, some believe it was an accident that unluckily had been bought upon her and her son.
He held the gun, and she tried to remove it from her confused little son but then it had begun,
With a loud bang that rang in the air.
I sworn I heard it the other day, but perhaps I wasn't aware.

Irons bars consumed the family, surrounded them with no hope because they were hopeless.
I did visit them, but they hadn't known of me just like me to them. Their only friend was closeness.
And I did convey this as a wholesome hostess, being with them to comfort them, to lead them like Moses.
I couldn't wipe their tears or soothe their whines, but I saw both Agony and Pain antagonizing the family.
Tormenting them, mocking them, insulting them, ridiculing them. But I couldn't stand to let them continue.
I sent Agony and Pain away so that the woman and her beloved child could rest in peace, let them sleep soundly.
It was their only charity.

Glares of white with Revenge and Pride leading them burst through the prison
With fist filled fusion of a combination of fury and moral confusion.
They took them, and ran with them to a nearby bridge with thoughts to hang them.
No kicks, no screams, no punches could over power the crowd or temporarily save them.
I have seen much grief but nothing compared to the disbelief in her eyes and the frightening cries of her child.

They wrapped the ropes, tightly formed into a noose with the notion that they'd fly just like black crows do.
With a simple and effortless but forceful push, she and her son fell to the earth but never made it to the water.
As she fell, she finally saw me and begged me to save her, but there as nothing I could do.

I drew her and her son's spirits towards me and gently took them hand in hand.
They didn't seem to mind or notice how loose my grip is.
I turned them away from their bodies, and we walked.
We talked about how I craved to just walk with no need for any talk.
So we did, and now finally, I had two beautiful souls to comfort me.