The Executioner Poem by Marcus McKinley

The Executioner



I am guilty
And compunctious
In secrecy
I confess

Whispering
I seek remorse
I am consumed
Afoot this coarse

Undeserved
Addiction sweet
Endless qualm
Incomplete

Convicted
In your love solution
I wait for you
And execution

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