The clock is ticking
Tick tock tick tock
Three minutes to go
And he's sitting
In his usual calmness
And temporary grace
On the execution chair
For the first time
He appreciates the air
For the first time
His conscious is awake
The dark room is silent
Nothing but the sharp ticking is taking over
His head is raised with pride
As it was never bent down
As if he was wearing a crown
And all the world against his side
Now those brown eyes are dried of tears
They would not admit a fault
They would not admit a fear
But burn everything they see
The door opens and takes over the shade
An executioner enters for another soul to cremate
But nothing is changed
He's still sitting
In his usual calmness
And temporary grace
Listening to the sharp ticking
Tick tock tick tock
Time's over.. he's done
Author notes
GreenKanfousheh
A contest entry
- Can you make me feel? (now open to PWs) by glitterydoom.
550 points, ended November 16, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - I want your darkest of dark poetry. by Jonnies Pet.
950 points, ended November 21, 2008, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is a very good start. I like the word choice and feel of the poem but I think it would be stronger if you took out some of the repetition and perhaps changed up some phrases. Great job, though, thank you for entering. ~Chelsey
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