This is a poem about the Death Penalty which criminals go through.It is an example of their emotions and others, when the time comes,the unbearable moment.
Doom’s day centers
in the chamber white room
symbol of pureness,
as he enters ,observing people in white clothes
strapping him down.
His heart pounding,
while through a thick crystal
window wide opened eyes glimpse
at him,frowning with teary faces.
Thoughts of the lethal shot which
which soon will poison his trembling veins.
Regression in his mind of lust,vengeance and hate all disappearing.
One more chance,one opportunity.Life is so beautiful.
A sharp pain,stiffness, an unmoving body.
All leave ,curtains are pulled.
Angels surround the room.
copyright Lynda Ferrer sept2011
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I like a lot the poem 
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