Looking back on my life;
ever so shallow.
Slowly they walk me;
to the gallows.
They want me to hang,
from the gallows;
standing me tall,
before my fall.
I raped...
and I pillaged.
I killed women and children,
in every village.
Now I'm going to hang,
from these gallows; sentenced.
To feel my body dangle and shake,
for the violence I left in my wake.
Forward I walk.
I do not resist;
for them to end my life,
I could only insist.
Let me hang,
from these gallows.
How grand it would be;
for the world to finally look up at me?
Floor gives loose,
I feel the tightening noose.
My death is rushed,
as my larynx is crushed.
Fascinated to standby;
so happy to see me die.
I hear the commotion,
as my body whips in motion.
The rope is too short,
at the take.
Not to end my life,
with a fast and even break.
I hang from these gallows,
slipping and fading.
Through my life,
ever so wading.
Dying slowly from these gallows,
it only takes a short while.
I look down to the crowd
and give a loving smile.
Far from a heroic death.
I can't even draw in my last breath;
as I flop and swing.
I embrace whatever death may bring.
Joshua Fegley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gallows-2/
