Risk of Redemption

Tom Wood

My own self-hate is digging deep

As I step up to the stand alone

The risk of redemption is too steep

Their cold, hard eyes chill to the bone

 

My hands, shaking, rest on the stiff wood

My voice, searching for the right thing to say

I want to leave, I only wish I could

But their voices tell me I won't see today

 

My ears are ringing, I can't breathe!

My legs buckle, I fall on my knees

The lights are too bright! My senses seize

The pain I feel is more than I believe

 

The judge has spoken, the guilty stands

He smiles, he laughs; no one understands

  • Author: Tom Wood (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 4th, 2019 01:08
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    A fine write Tom. Written as fiction, or personal non-fiction?

    • Tom Wood

      Thank you! It is written as fiction, it's based off of a Sonnet I wrote with one of my friends.

    • Bragee

      gut wrenching feeling that i unfortuntely know from experience. reat writing.

      • Tom Wood

        It is an unfortunate feeling sadly... Thanks for reading my poem 🙂

      • orchidee

        Oh I see. Why this title? I can't work it out! Oops.



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