My Last Chance

My Last Chance

I was affixed by His right, on a tree.
The Crucifixion was allotted for three.
There, I gazed upon His eyes
And knew He was crucified based on a lie.

I was crucified on His left.
This death bed, I detest.
So, in rage I mocked Him
Who they called The King of the Jews.

I bowed my head in shame.
My Lord, like a robber was chained
And led to His Crucifixion,
As sacrifice for all the nations.

I hate him for being next to me.
He is nailed to the tree and he lets them be!
“Why not stretch out your hand of wonder?
Or use your voice to call down thunder?”

On the right, my soul silently cried.
I long for you, my Lord, my Savior.
I’ve wasted years plundering fellow men.
Can my prayer now end with an Amen?

What kind of Savior is this Nazarene?
Can’t He perform a simple magic trick?
Or was it all lies, claiming he’s the Son of God.
What good is He? He is of no use!

I, on the right, heard my fellow robber say this:
“Save yourself and us if you are the Son of God”.
“Why speak to my Lord my Savior thus?” I replied.
Don’t you know who He is? Shut up or get a curse”.

In my shame, I found the courage to look
To my Lord my Savior, who on the cross is nailed.
Hoping his ears would pick my words, I prayed,
“Remember me Lord, when, into your kingdom, you come”.

To me, his battered face he turned
His bloody lips slowly quivered.
I trembled as he looked at me and said,
“Son, today, you will be with me in paradise.”

My last chance came at the cross, my death bed!
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

8 thoughts on “My Last Chance” by apotheosis (@apotheosis)

  1. captured all important that the book said about ‘cruxifix’…good poetry

    1. Thanks for reading

  2. Crucified in my stead…

  3. Powerful poem.
    Thanks for sharing

    1. u welcome. thanks for reading

  4. Good effort, @apotheosis. I like the way you alternated between the voices of the repentant and unrepentant robber – maybe it would have stood out even more if you had used different fonts.

    There are some minor tense issues to resolve: is your poem in the past (“I was crucified on His left”) or the present (“This death bed, I detest)?

    Keep writing.

    1. thanks for reading. Point taken

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