Grey Morning Tears

Grey Morning Tears

A 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

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Added on December 9, 2010
Last Updated on December 9, 2010


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