Grey Morning TearsA Poem by Aradie Rain
Grey dust wakes the morning
Winters airs chill. Breeze through
The cells walls
Water drips, slowly turning to an icicle
Ready to impale if is shaken.
Today it is my turn.
The lady before me went with tears
Down the walk and up the stairs to hell
One long second and she was ready to die
Her legs twitched for half an hour
Then she was gone
Now I walk the same steps she did,
Frostbitten feet caked with mud
And frozen with ice.
They must lift me up the stairs
One year in the gallows has mangled thy body.
Coarse wrappings dance around my neck
Droplets freeze to my check
Soon such sweet bliss
How long shall it be?
Boards below stir and I am falling
So long did that short tumble take
Rope squeezes my neck
I feel the air escape me and I too leave for hell
© 2010 Aradie Rain
Added on December 9, 2010
Last Updated on December 9, 2010