Innocent Man - An Original Poem by S

Freedom never seemed so far

The freedom to be who we are

I think as I walk this last mile

An innocent man

Who was damned

Before he ever had a trial

I didn't do what they said I did

I never killed that mother and kid

But I guess when you've been framed

Innocence is moot

My reputation already proceeded me

A man of ill repute

I've been no angel

I might have stolen

And I might have lied

But I can say

I never took a life

I never picked up that knife

But someone else out there did

And now I feel

Such hopelessness and misery

Whoever killed them wasn't me

But I'm paying anyway

No matter what I do or say

Today they're going to execute me

Of this life, I'll be free

With no one there to mourn

Or believe in me

When I say I am

An innocent man

Only we know

Who and what we are

And only God can tell

If we've been good or bad

But this life is all I've had

And now it's too late

The injection needle will decide my fate

My soul thrown to the four winds

I can only hope to live again

In a better life

Free of pain, heartache, and strife

Amen.

- S.