Messing about in words by Kent Parkstreet Short sketches of stories and scenes, like a colouring in book, just the outlines.
On this Christmas morn
I await,
As an innocent
But convicted
Condemned man awaits,
The sound of the drum
Of the hangman.
I await
The strike of the clock,
The time to walk
From my cell
To join my family
For lunch.
Parkstreet
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