
I sit there, i walk there, I was hung there...
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 134 - Published: 10-06-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3063494
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life I Can't Imagine
I feel the humming,
my heart is drumming.
I'm not running,
im not hiding.
The tears are running
and fears are burning.
Burning across my face.
They leave scars,
but they are what they are.
No one looks
im not a crook
I read my book
to get away.
I'm not hear,
I'm not near.
i see you,
but you don't see me.
I'm not dead
im in a cell; 10 by 10
Yes; I'm in jail.
That's why i feel the humming,
why my heart is drumming,
as i make my way
to the stand
The judge raises his hand
I'm a goner,
i live no longer.
That's my life
as it ends,
One i will never
Live again.
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