living a death sentence
held in a prison
trapped on death row
a row full of pain
a row full of depression
imprisoned within a body
locked in tight
just take that final walk
take those final pain filled steps
walk down death row
it would all just end
all the pain
all those haunting thoughts
it would just end
it would all just go away
but instead
trapped in a life on death row
forever in lockdown
in a prison never to escape
That feeling like being trapped in your skin? Wonderful description of such. I feel this same way, though it comes at me in waves. Love it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In death row is justice served, pain is incomparable if you are sentenced to death row yet innocent of the crime!