Death Room Poem by Dave Alan Walker
Death Room
As I lie
in the prison room
of death
I feel
The sweet pleasures
of forced suicide
going through my vains
As I close my eyes
and take a breath
I know
it will be my last
I lie here
I die here
an innocent man
Then I hear a knocking
on my heavens door
The crow
She has come for me
To take my soul
and set me free
As I fly through
the valleys of peace
I know at last
My soul is free
Inspired by house of stone
By Eric Cockrell
Good style and pacing to a strong finish for a interesting subject.
Lovely, striking, emotional. This makes me think of what it would be like to be on death row. Great brain food.
I heard Bob Dylan singing 'Knocking on Heaven's Door, ' in my mind, while reading this. It forms questions, and that's what I like... Food for thought.
no one can take away a man's true freedom... we are imprisoned by our bodies... much as they often imprison our bodies wrongfully... you cover this subject with a thoroughness, and with insight. very good poem. thank you!
accepting one's fate in such a situation is the only way to be free. there is no mystery in death only in life and that is the prison in which we live. nice write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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interesting poem..tempts to make one think of those hours!