Bound For An Unmarked Grave Poem by Michael John Cook

Finally captured
Now awaiting his trial
Waves of relief
First good sleep in a while
Time now to reflect
Not a single distraction
Four bare walls
Time to pay for his actions
One mad moment
Amidst the daily routine
Over in an instant
Now a reoccurring dream
Facing death as a penalty
Fearing freedom all the more
No way back for him
No more avenues to explore
The wait has aged him
Forgotten dreams grey his hair
Facing daily abuse
Which seems no more than fair
What was he thinking,
On that dark winters night?
Had he got away with it,
Would that have made it alright?
Now facing his end
Still reluctant to cry for his crime
One last deep breath
Could he maybe do it this time
A poorly made noose
Tightly bound under his chin
But a fear inside
Nobody will mourn for him
His family ashamed
No contact or even a call
Suicide for him
Would be the act to end it all
But for his victim
He knows he must face consequence
So that their poor family
Can close the chapter on these events
A lonely tear trickles
That not a soul would wipe away
He is dead already
Just a soul for whom nobody will pray