Tall, distasteful and bland
bringing the eclipse of a smile
never slipping past a guilty hand
only darkness on the green mile
victims are being clamped
the sun only vague fog
their head mildly damped
pleasantly escaping your smog
life in these halls are rebuilt
but certainly it’s too late
compiled with utter guilt
the walk of death to the slate
sneaking past the magic mouse
there truly lies a spectacle
souls will leave this prison house
without even noticing this miracle
innocence scars claws so massive
before a single word, we judge
on that bunker he sits so corrosive
mere stones will never make him budge
bring your scars and you will feel
the Holy Dove in huge black form
contrasting his own destructive heal
the wisp of air maketh you reborn
love can always be forgotten
life can always start up anew
or else it will depose you rotten
but Old Sparky will make them few
do not scare
do not bare
flies in the form of a Pope
will give the last undying hope
Inspired by The Green Mile. Please comment!
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Ek het dit op Facebook ook gelees. Jy rym goed en jou "free verse" is ook goed. Hou aan skryf. Ek sien Wanda (Night Hope) het op al jou gedigte kommentaar gelewer - she is one of THE poets on AP!!
Loved the book and happy to see that you were inspired by it!
~ Nicolette
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I happen to own a copy of "The Green Mile"; it's an amazing story by an equally amazing writer, and such a stellar cast to star in it, as well. I especially liked your phrase about the eclipse of a smile - very tentative, very visual. Well done, Poet. 
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