this is a poem that i wrote about the Salem Witch Trials. I had a first part to it, titled Trials, but I can't find it, if I do, I shall post it heart
Going Home
With a solemn look they open my cell and look down at the floor,
They chain my arms and cover my eyes, they lead me to the door.
A hundred bodies in the ground from senseless acts of violence,
"Have you made your peace with God?" his question breaks the silence.
I hold my head up higher still, to face my fate with strength,
"I am innocent," I answer him, "I have no peace to make."
I think of those who went before, a tear runs down my cheek,
I tell myself I will not cry, I will not let them think I'm weak.
"The gallows or the stakes," I ask, "perhaps I'll get to swim?"
Though I cannot see his face I know that made him grin.
A hush falls over the crowd I've heard as we climb a set of steps,
My throat gets ever tighter, the Gallows is my death.
"You have been convicted..." his voice gets drowned out,
All that I can think of is what I can never do now.
I never did hear all his words, but there was a great roar from the crowd,
Again I held my head up high, "I just want to go home now."
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