5 Liters to Freedom
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Barry Smyth
The scent of candles burning fills the room,
their glow warm and reassuring.
Light flickers as shadows chase one
another cross a tiled white wall.
In the background a whisper of music most alurring
as I drift in and out of memories.
No cry for help here, I've got it right this time
and crimson water laps about me
almost like a lovers touch.
My last words written in an unshaken hand.
As I take it upon myself to shed
this mortal coil that has constrained me so much.
Still I drift in and out of memories.
And so it is I pass the time
although for me time is finite now
my 5 liters to freedom surely almost spent.
And while others may disapprove of my departure
even call it a selfish endulgence
My heart can take no more of this punishment.
This drifting in and out of memories.
This drifting in and out,
This drifting,
this ....
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