chains

March 24, 2014

I'll sit here

Arms locked

Chained to

Death's chair

So many before

I am not

The last

Pleading

For me

But why?

Let me die

I deserve

To die

The gavel

Strikes

I jump

"Clean"

I am free

Chains

Unlocked

I rub

My wrists

Stumble out

Sunshine

Glaring

Crowds

Cheering

I am

Free!

I run

And jump

But then

Wake up

Inside my cell

Once more

Freedom

Is only

A dream.

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