The bars that incase me
comfort my thoughts
as I ponder, when
Demise Decides My Time.
I imagine the ways
it will end-
whose hands will take me
be it theirs or....
Mine
***
The fabric holds strong
its grip tightening
pushing against Adam's apple
Limp in a substance unseen
My breathe escaping in silence
as my colors change
white to red
soon that's all i see
then i will be free.
***
Clamps hold my wrists
and lock my feet in place-
Stuck in this wooden chair
a wet towel over my brow,
knowing that now
as the hat touches my head--
A light flashes before my eyes...
No
In my eyes to the core,
Then.....nothing more.
***
I'm set in straps.
My bolted bed surrounded by doctors,
Like proctors judging me.
A mosquito stings,
I drift to sleep-
And awake no more.....
***
Tonight I must decide
Free
or
Nothing More
Silver trophy winner
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