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I feel as a man being lead to the gallows.
Charged for being human and falling for love.
I shake with sickness,
and tremble with hurt.
shock overtakes it all with the placing of the hood.
I count the seconds as hours as I await the fall.
But it never comes.
I am left like this, in a suspended horror,
until I am old and frail.
Too old and untrusting.
I remove the hood to find myself isolated,
rope barely about my neck from decay.
It turns to dust, as has all my hopes and dreams.
It is now too late and nowhere to go.
No comfort from the days that remain.
Just an old bitter man, sad and lonely.
With time, like the rope, I wither and am forgotten.
Charged for being human and falling for love.
I shake with sickness,
and tremble with hurt.
shock overtakes it all with the placing of the hood.
I count the seconds as hours as I await the fall.
But it never comes.
I am left like this, in a suspended horror,
until I am old and frail.
Too old and untrusting.
I remove the hood to find myself isolated,
rope barely about my neck from decay.
It turns to dust, as has all my hopes and dreams.
It is now too late and nowhere to go.
No comfort from the days that remain.
Just an old bitter man, sad and lonely.
With time, like the rope, I wither and am forgotten.