Bittersweet

ok here is another on for those of you who didnt think i had it in me hope you like it
and on a legal note all poems on this blog are property of darren rumph and cannot be re published


BITTERSWEET

I am sitting here scared with my hands and feet bound
Seeing my wife cry but not hearing a sound

I wonder how I got here my lucks never been good
But I don’t believe I deserve to die like a killer should

This morning I hugged the kids one last time
And whispered to them all that I would be fine

For the last time I shook my friends hand and he told me to fight
I said it was over that this was my plight

For 10 long years I have wondered why,
That man got on the stand and told that great lie

But for the last 2 I gave up that quest
He just didn’t like me was all I could guess

So here now I sit in my death chair
Feeling the victims family hateful stare

No last words, nothing left to be said
At this point in my life I wished I was dead

So with a nod from the warden leather covers my eyes
I think of kissing my wife and my moms pecan pies

I hear the transformer turn on and feel the power surge in my vein
My mind screams with numbness and my body fills with pain

And just as I begin my death descent
The last voice I ever heard was the wardens screaming stop he’s innocent