Poem for Omission contest on themusebunny.

The rules were to write a poem themed in omission.

The poem is written from the point of view of a murderer, who feels he has lost all things important from his life in killing - freedom (in result of the act of killing), willpower (in order to kill), and loved ones (refusal to face them) especially - and loses the will to live, accepting his fate without asking forgiveness.

So, more or less, it is themed on omission in this sense: His omission of all things he considers important from his life lead to loss of a will to live.

You can take it as he is already in prison for the murder he committed and is literally on death row for it, or maybe that he has locked himself away (behind his own metaphorical iron bars) and plans to, out of guilt and no will left to live, kill himself (metaphorically, on his own death row). Either way, or any other way you can think of, for that matter. I enjoy hearing others' interpretations of things, so interpret away :)

Anyway. Further rules of the contest stated that we had to include the words eyelid, trickling, salt, and throughout in the poem, but we couldn't use (in other words, in lieu of the theme of omission, had to omit) the words the and what. I thought that was nearly impossible, so I gave it a shot, and it wasn't :D

I don't write poetry often, and it's usually free verse when I do, so if it's no good, many apologies. Never hurts to try though, right?

We’ll never learn to accept it

Without all these how’s and why’s,

When an eyelid slips shut in darkness

How one still lives while another one dies

And I knew it never was right

But I saw my own will,

Through blood and tears spilled,

Make its retreat, trickling away on that night

Behind iron bars, I forfeit

My freedom, so dear, and I know

Never again could I face them

For I have nothing left to show

Never again to see light,

Throwing salt on these wounds

Might perhaps help to sooth

This regret that I feel tonight

Throughout so many long hours

I feel it all slipping away

Freedom, too far beyond reach,

Not a moment longer to stay

My final words, I now write

As I wait on death row

And rightfully so

For my final, endless night