It reeked of
Rejection and failure
As the poor man walked into
The start of his end.

He hobbled in with the help of a cane,
Back bent over,
Breathe quick and labored.
Something was wrong.

No one accompanied him,
But loneliness and loss
Each one flanking either side,
Helping him continue his treacherous
Walk of peril down the courtyard.

All watched as the man continued.
No one helped him.
No one stopped the forthcoming.

For when he must utter his last words,
He will have nothing to say
For he has not lived enough to
Be able to say anything much,
He had but no one to bid adieu,
He was alone.

When his neck was placed down,
He didn't scream.
He didn't plead.
He lay still.
There was nothing left
In the scarring world for him to live for anyways.
And when he is decapitated,
No one will watch.
No one will care.
It will be silent.
He will be gone.