Innocent sightseers mix with promiscuous people,
Dancing with danger in broad daylight,
Or under the cloak of night under the steeple.
Waiting to bite.
Thieves and prostitutes slink into doorways
Silently scanning and daringly dreaming,
Praying they won't face the blaze;
The coppers won't catch them scheming.
One thief sees his chance,
Slides snakily, chases courageously,
Snatches the satin, gets lost in a trance.
Happiness fills him gracefully.
Shouts behind him fill his ears
Happiness floods away as he tries to fade away.
As the faces of coppers confirm his fears
Please, not today.
A family soundlessly waits at home,
Slowly wasting away with hunger.
Praying their son will come back home,
These days they can only get younger.
News travelled fast to the house.
Hope was instantaneously shattered.
Voices fell quieter than a mouse.
Their light in the darkness; battered.
The jury decided death would suffice.
Small crimes could ruin a life.
He would pay the ultimate sacrifice,
But would leave his family in deep strife.
The fateful day had finally come.
The noose felt uncomfortable; foreign,
Snaking slowly around his neck, so glum.
Eyes glare at him, he's just stupid scum.
The lever was pulled,
Trapdoor opened.
Oxygen drained from his lungs.
Black.
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My Rosebush
PoetryA collection of my original poetry about love, despair and longing. Most of my poetry is a reflection of my real life or based on personal issues, so bear that in mind while reading;
