The rope is loose
Swinging from the gallow
Rounded in a noose
Hard lump I swallow
I have done wrong
Step forward, take a bow
I stole her song
Rope around my neck, allow
Forward I stare
Rope tightens
The blame I bear
Heartbeat heightens
Last words spoken
'I love her you see'
Now only a token
Deaf ears, hear my plea
Upon the stool
Fingers pointing
Stands the old fool
Crowd shouting
Stool kicked away
People blur, out of sight
End of rope I sway
Blackness comes, my last goodnight
Girls lament
The women wail
For the boys there sent
For all men that fail
In the ground
No more worries
A sleep I have found
no need to hurry
Even under the ground
Love! not sinning
Peace not found
Soul still spinning
RG/NB
I liked the ending, still no peace. A gallows poem not usually one of my favorites because I might end up there. But I liked yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So much tearing pain... so much i can relate too.... i am so sorry for your loss but i am so appreciative of your lovely honest write...humbly karen