Guilty Poem by Lloyd Cresci

Back behind the wall again,
I shouldn't be in here.
I guess I had to fall again,
I see there's no one near.
I cannot find the door this time,
I cannot even see.
The music's gone; the song is over,
I've begun to bleed.
My eyes are from their sockets now,
The pain's no longer mild.
I hear the bursting rockets,
The pain has gotten wild.
Bamboo under fingernails,
My broken teeth and toes.
Why they've done this to me now,
Nobody really knows.
I hear them there beyond the wall,
They're calling out to me.
Asking for my execution,
I will not be free.
Dragging me to see the judge,
I'm begging for my life.
I hear the jury's verdict,
I feel the steely knife.
The pain is growing stronger,
And I am growing weak.
I know it will not be long now,
I give my final shriek.