A Prisoner's Wall Poem by Face Butter

He licked his sun-dried lips
Biting his thin nails
Eyes glaring at the whitewashed virgin wall
The wall was speaking to him, wanting him to touch her
He was hungry, itching to explore her vulnerability
He couldn’t wait for the guard to grant him this one last wish
The guard came back and handing him the pen
One hour to go before execution
His meeting with death
This last wish the prisoner had, the guard couldn’t comprehend
The prisoner requested time alone
No disturbance
No supper
And he already saw the priest
He kissed the wall softly with the black ink
Her skin felt smooth, her innocence was flawless
Eagerly, he wrote and wrote, he couldn’t stop writing
He told her everything about his childhood
Happiness and even dark secrets
Explained the reason why his hands dripped blood
From all the killing sprees of men, women and children
The wall quietly listened as he spoke
Suddenly he ran out of ink
He yelled for the guard to give him a new pen
The guard told him it was time to meet with death
The prisoner panicked, he was desperate for another chance
In love with this wall, this spark of romance
When the guard walked away, the decision was made
The prisoner wanted this love to remain
He took the pen and swallowed it whole
That’s when he choked and died
Happy that he left behind this final note
(c) 11/2005FaceButter