Here is a poem I wrote last week. It maybe morbid but I cannot apologise, it is what I was feeling when I wrote it. I welcome comments.

It’s Time

Here I am, just waiting to die, I'm not understanding the reasoning; why?
I've sat here alone for so many years, And how I've cried lots of silent tears.
It isn't my time, I am so very sure, but I literally cannot speak or do anymore.
My body will die, my mind will go slow, I'll watch the faces as they pass to and fro.
I think it will hurt, I've been told that it will, I can imagine the pain I am bound to feel.
I can't die alone, with dignity and in peace, I have to be watched as my life starts to cease.
Some say I deserve it, but the truth is not clear, It's never been plain but no one can hear.
I'm walking now, my last steps in this life, I've said goodbye to my mum, my kids my wife.
I didn't do the things that they say, lets hope that this is discovered one day.
By then it will be too late, at least for me, but I hope it makes the world sit up and see.
A life for a life, a lot of people cry, but what if they are wrong, should the innocent die?
I've sat down, and hear that I'm ready to go, Goodbye to the world and Goodbye to death row.

by Suzy Athey

That`s bitter truth. Well done!

Ps: You asked where I come from? Currently I live in Germany.

Thanks. I had a flash of inspiration haha.