Life

How did it happen?

I question the judge.

Maybe it was my attorney?

Did she not want to win the case?

I wait for a letter.

But none never come.

I tell my loved ones thanks.

And try to make the most of this life.

It's hard being positive when you know,

That your life is coming to an end.

In here, it's just me.

Just my thoughts.

Maybe I should off myself?

That's what they want anyways.

A dead man wrongfully convicted.

There's so much hatred in my veins.

God will know I'm innocent.

But if that were the case,

Why am I here?

Rotting away until my death.

I think tonight is the night.

I hang myself.

I'll only struggle for a minute or two.

Then be at peace.

Watching over my loved ones,

Laughing by their side.

I wonder if they'll be happy.

It's time for us to all be.