Sunday, July 20, 2014

Freedom in Flames

Walking in a forest of endless Hell,
Living as an empty shell,
Wondering if I was doomed to fail,
I stand within this darkened realm.
A can of gas beside my feet,
Matches huddled in my hands,
I ponder on this mortal choice,
Should I continue submission,
Or finally decide my future life?
I hear them coming at brisk pace,
Demanding they control my fate.
Carrying their chains of power,
My keepers trap me, intending to strike.
Saying I belong to them,
That I must live to serve their will.
Drenching myself with the gas,
I light the match and burst into flames.
The witnesses all scream in horror,
But I just smile into tranquil silence,
Drawing my last breath.
-- Jalisa Smith
6/11/2013

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