Only the sky….
For years I haven’t seen anything else.
Only the sky… rotting for twenty more years.
Taking a plea deal instead of facing the jury of “peers” had once seemed wise.
I never had “peers”, neither in freedom nor inside.
Jail or death row… the choice had seemed easy even if I didn’t do it.
Who is truly innocent by the way?
I was a bad boy for sure, but a murderer I weren’t.
But who would have believed me?
I’ve always been lonely.
Only the sky… and the noose twined from my trousers.
Turn off the light.
I could not really find a good story for fourth of July, but insted imagined a view were the only thing I could see was the sky, and thought about being sent to prison, and the horror of being condemned despite being innocent.
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July 3, 2019