On opening my eyes, I was in a cell
or as I had told myself, “The place was ‘hell’.”
Around me were murderers and I knew the
reason,
I was in a prison and it was the death
season.
I knew that even I was no exception,
my future had cleared all my
misconception.
Things became clearer on looking at my
chained hands,
on my wrist there was that same familiar
band.
Everything occurred just as he had told,
I could tell what was happening even with
a blindfold.
The guards came and I knew it was my turn,
I was just about to get what I had earned.
I was in my body which was old,
the Sun went down and I started feeling
cold.
I followed the guards and arrived at the
sight
and could see a rope hanging at some height.
I became conscious and was about to scream
but then I realized this was just a dream.
My sight shifted to a third perspective,
no more a murderer, now I was the detective.
I watched myself climb up the stair,
that man inside of me had no fair.
My future was about to die,
the gun looked at bullet to bid the last
goodbye.
The rope was now in front of my face,
I couldn’t believe that I was witnessing
my own case.
In his eyes I saw some determination,
everything seemed real although it was
just imagination.
The final moment came and the head was
masked,
to him and I, the last wish was asked.
I closed my eyes, took my last breath,
he said, “Just want to save my past from
this death.”
I opened my eyes but he never did,
from a man I was back to a kid.
I already knew it was just a dream
but still one thing made me scream.
I wasn’t on any wooden block,
checked the time and it was four o’ clock.
I was actually laying on my bed,
did I really meet my future who was dead
or all this was just going on in my head?