Go Unheard The End! Until Death I sleep

Go Unheard The End! Until Death I sleep

A Poem by Shayne Harnden

I walk to the chamber
Where I will die
Walking with pride
They will not make me cry

I enter the room with not a care
Snicker and grin
I tilt my head and greet the chair

They tie me in, over my head
Twice around my rib
I laugh a little
When I was born I had one
In death this will be my crib

I nod to them to lift the curtain
Revealing the parents of those I killed
They will be enjoying this I am certain

In this crowd of people I still feel alone
I watch the clock tick away
Counting down the time
For the governor to call on the phone

I know they see me as a disgrace
I can see their
Hate
Pain
Wishing for death
Upon their face

I know in my book of life there is not another page
To these people and the ones that are outside
Wishing to come in
I am about to take center stage

I feel that they want
To see my guilty side
Showing I am scared
Feared of judgment
That comes
After my lightning ride

Give them no more
Of what I can
I will face death and see God
As I change from Boy
To Man

A man asks
For the final things I would say
I think hard
To give a lasting memory
Before the price for my sins
I am forced to pay

“After this day I know
I will not see you in my dreams
But this moment is not yours
I am sorry, Now you will hear my screams!”

I screamed with all my might
Yelling curses to ghosts
As they flick the switch
The lightning going through me
Took my light

Ever since I was that child I cannot lie
Living in this life was the worst
Knowing my molester was my father
I wished ever day to die.

So I did things to bury me
In a hole six feet deep
I would be scared of him
Until death I sleep




Now I will never go unheard.

© 2010 Shayne Harnden


Author's Note

Shayne Harnden
So this is the finish..... thoughts? was it a good story?

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This is a very interesting story. I can't even fathom a child having such thoughts because of someone else's violation on them. I believe that there is forgiveness even for people that do such things. I have learned to forgive!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Very, very nice. I loved how you were able to show capital punishment in a different way. The dark demented poem is wonderful.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow, this is a fascinating read! A bit cryptic, but I like it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I like it quite a bit...Right up my demented alley

Posted 13 Years Ago


Aw.. yes depression is a bad addiction.. it kills the most healthy person/ and no mercy

Give them no more
Of what I can
I will face death and see God
As I change from Boy
To Man
.. now.. this is life and real words.. storie?
You could of fool me.. I love it

Posted 14 Years Ago


I liked it. Though it was slightly depressing. Strangely enough I had pity for the man at the end. I begin to wonder if you intended that?

Posted 14 Years Ago


nice,
i almost felt the pain myself

overall, written fairly well. in about the 7th stanza you seemed to have lost me..your lines became too wordy and somewhat unclear. you also lost the nice flow you had and so maybe a quick edit? but really,
good job

Posted 14 Years Ago


Wow...this is really well well written...nice job...

Posted 14 Years Ago


Dear Shayne,

A desperate and spooky end to a tense and twisted tale of internal anguish. I'm sure an individual such as this wishes for death. These wishes surpass any fear of death. A broken person such as this is unbowed in the end and defiant.

Nicely penned.

Best regards,

Rick

Posted 14 Years Ago


Ok, first off I knew from the start what was unraveling, until i got towards the end. Usually i can see this kind of twist coming, so you can understand my suprise when i in fact did not see it coming. Altogether it was a lovely haunting write in it's own way. Don't take this the wrong way in regards to the unfortunate circumstances of the story, but I loved this peice from start to finish. Bravo

Posted 14 Years Ago



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