One Last Walk

One Last Walk

As I sit all alone in my concrete cell,

I think about how my life was hell.

I grew up abused by my step-dad,

Dreams of better days were all that I had.

Till that day he hit my mom,

I could not take it, it was like a bomb.

I went to the closet and grabbed a gun,

I went to his room to have some fun.

All I wanted was to scare him straight,

I was tired of all the constant hate.

“I love my mom,” I said to him,

“You’re not my father, I hate you, Jim.”

He got mad with this endless rage,

 He said, “Drop the gun and back to your cage.”

He jumped at me and grabbed the gun,

I shot him and then all I could do was run.

The cops were called and I was found,

They took me in and hands were bound.

They put me on trial for murder first degree,

The jury can back and all agree.

That I must die for my crime,

I’m only a kid; I’ll never see my prime.

I’m all alone and I sit and cry,

For there is one last walk before I die.