Haiku Part 4: Appeal
I was found guiltyA clock strikes with surreal peace
I think of deceased
In my room, I lie
Surrounded by my denial
For another trial
I eat my last meal
Words cannot tell how I feel
Young death is unreal
Minutes are freedom
Slipping through the hands of some
When will people come?
I see blurry faces
Those who relate to my case
Night time shrouds the place
While people watch, I die
Trying to remain conscious
I only ask 'why?'
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