Poem Eighteen (09/01/2025)

A faceless mob has come to bang on my door
And take me to the gallows nearby
My execution has been scheduled 3 hours after midnight

I lie in wait for the noose that hangs around my head
While I become nothing more than the rat that scutters beneath the people’s heels

And for what reason?
For what reason am I considered lesser than them?
Do I not possess the same eyes?
The same brain?
The same heart?
The same yearning for love?

The questions I seek may never be answered
As I am lying in wait to be hung in the gallows