The Price of Freedom

Thu, 01/08/2015 - 18:18 -- cheriKB

My heart beats
with the drums.
I close my eyes to soothing hums
but I’m aware as the room heats.

At first, only a warm tickle
licks up my skin
and I stifle a morbid grin
and I remember how life is so fickle.

But then it begins to burn,
and I begin to melt
but I love the way it felt
because I can never learn.

Unfortunately, the feelings fade.
The lovely warmth begins to leave
and, sadly, I can breath
and I realize that I’ve been made.

Medical lights flicker above me
and the pain is so terribly bright
and now I see an otherworldly light, so white
and I smirk because I still might finally be free.

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