Solitary Ceremonies-Poem by Jacinta Magonica

 the mile - 1. a great distance,

from cell to electric chair room

1. that a prisoner walks before execution on prison grounds by the force of the law

Was I born

To wither after all

A decaying flower

That, you, picked out of desire The desire to leave me to rot so you continued with a pace

Dragging me back and forth through the Mile

Leaving me behind to fall

Free will can alter the future

And now I know

Everything I should have said and done before

I continue with my simple days yet drowned beneath the calm

Is a glimmer of hope

In there I find a little keepsake

A box filled with dreams and new beginnings

I would like to fit inside

Maybe there, I'll find I can survive

Fantasizing my life away, away from

The never ending loop of darkness that fills my mind

It eats away, at the brain

Yet, I still try to be honest with myself

Alone in my cell, I lay

To echoes of nothing

To the kiss of death

The brink of life

I search tired as ever

Eyes, soiled by teardrops

Skin, tarnished by time

Jacinta Magonica

I am gone