A Prisoner's Lament

Bending down upon his knees
Thoughts whirl around his brain,
He mumbles words of remorse
For that which caused such pain;
Like the Sword of Damocles
Hanging above his head
His chances of life are hanging
Precariously upon a thread.

He fervently prays to the Lord
Sincerely asking for relief
As the weight of utter guilt
Causes terrors and endless grief.
Those flashbacks of that hour
When he took away her life
Continues to haunt him
And stab him like a knife.

Not many more hours to go now
Before that brutal electric chair
Ends any hope of ever seeing
Anyone that perhaps does care
About what happens to him.
That family album bore his face
In much happier times before
His callous, murderous embrace.