Thursday, August 22, 2013
A Walk To The Gallows
A Walk To The Gallows
So long ago I washed the blood away
Why are my hands still stained?
They buried you beneath the ground
And still your ghost remains
One thousand voices scream
But still I hear you calling
Why can't I face you?
I spoke with a holy man
He said that God forgave me
He said Jesus saves
But he couldn't save you
When the ground drops out
And they cut me down,
Will they bury me
With the sins they've found?
By Justin Huskey Copyright 2013
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Oh, Justin, that is a powerful write. Hopefully there will be forgiveness for everyone who asks. That last stanza is so sad!! The gallows would be a painful way to die.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Mary. I appreciate the kind words. It must indeed be a terrible fate. Thank you for taking the time to read.
Deletewow. That is very intense. Sometimes I think it is most difficult to find forgiveness in ourselves
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading and I am glad this piece could stir emotion within you.
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