Execution

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Beauty In Death

She waits for morning,

The day of her execution.

Finally its going to be

over.

Her time has come

Nothingness is coming

No more thinking,

No more torture,

Blessed nothingness has arrived.

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Starward's picture

Although I have no knowledge of the provenance of this poem, I think it addresses---with great intensity---the kind of moment that most of us can only wonder about; that moment when a death sentence is executed.


Starward

Spectral Aspect's picture

Beatiful, way better than me! :-)