Literature
Last Day
Last Day
Beneath the gallows I am held. A rope is placed around my neck. How did I get here?
All I know is that I don't belong here. Or do I? I deserve this, somehow, deep down inside, I know.
My thoughts swirl in confusion. Coherence is hard to find, ever since I saw his head on a spike, dripping in blood, and sorrow forever etched onto his face. Any determination I once possessed has departed.
What do I fight for? I don't know anymore. The choice was to betray my people, or this. It was a simple choice, even if I did question my purpose. The greater good over the self my mother always preached that. I hope you are proud of me now