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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