Sunday Scribblings http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/ prompt for this week was: “The next step.”
I haven’t had much time to write. We ended up with one of our grandsons spending the night last night and three of them spending the night tonight. It’s been a wonderful day, but my computer has been busy killing about a thousand zombies. I only got to use it after they went to bed. That’s why this poem was rushed, and the zombies are probably why my mind twisted the prompt in this direction.
Thirteen steps await me now,
until my journey’s close.
I take a pause upon each one,
to reflect the end I chose.
I never thought that I’d go wrong
within my soft and gentle life.
That was before I found out
I had a cheating wife.
If I hadn’t stopped and given thought,
my sentence would be years.
Premeditation is the rub
which caused my trail of tears.
I saw her there, with my best friend
in a lightly falling rain.
Then I went home and got my gun;
they never met again.
I stand upon the final step:
the platform where I’ll die.
With this step up, the talking stops;
I hear my mother softly cry.
The executioner speaks low,
“You’re doing fine, one step to go.”
A priest beside me starts to pray,
“Accept his soul from earth’s plateau.”
My face is covered with a hood
and a drummer starts to play.
I’m asked if there is anything
I would like to say.
The next step sounds so hollow
beneath my quaking feet.
The noose is placed around my neck,
my life at last complete.