Richard K. P. Morrison

House By The Gallows - Poem by Richard K. P. Morrison

My shell is filled with pain,
No safety in its hollow.
Outside I hear the rain,
Pattering on the gallows.
Spinning slow to the gray shroud,
I see the mist of misery.
Dread covers the crowd,
As they all stop and see.
The sight of her my truest friend,
Through the window, I see the gallows.
Thy beauty carried through, the end,
Even now I am in wow.
A tear entrenches on my face,
She is gone, he says smiling wide.
Thy executioner, deadly trace,
The misery, I denied to hide.
The tears they roll,
In a house by the gallows.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, August 19, 2013

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