There's a little moonlight through the window
though not a lot to see.
I've kind of gotten used to it.
The day I came
I stretched out my hands and touched each wall.
I thought it beyond enduring.
When they took me for questioning
I longed to return.
Tonight it is the last place I'll see.
They'll come for me in the morning
for a short stroll to the courtyard outside.
The hangman's noose is ready and waiting
for a long drop to a new adventure,
and even though my battered body
longs for rest
my spirit hangs on to precious life.
These four walls have seen
the last act of my life
and I hope it was a good one.
I kept trust.
I stayed silent.
I gave no other lives to the executioners.
Holy God, forgive my fear.
Spirit of God, lift me up.
Jesus take me by the hand
from a long drop to a short trip home.
Author notes
Dedicated to all prisoners of conscience.
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- Alone by Timothy Cameron.
525 points, ended November 4, 2007, 22 entries
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Figaro
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A long drop to a new adventure. LOL! My balck sense of humor, having been acquired by laughing at what evil people think they can do to me (so far...God I hope it can't get worse...).
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