Freedoms Door

I say goodbye to the life I have known,

Farewell to my suffocation, 

Long have I suffered under the hands of democracy,

The very hands that doomed me,

Here I stand at freedoms door,

Standing above the world that birthed me,

Feeling nothing in my hollowed existence,   

No tears will fall for me,

No mourning to occur.

Let my memory be frozen in time,

Unable to survive the winters ahead,

For what I have equates to the lack of being,

No flesh to remember that I am human,

Free of pain and fire,

No longer will I watch my world burn,

No longer will I witness the eyes of the suffering,

The disappointment you harbour means nothing now,

Let my body succumb to the fall.

When I reach my summit I shall pray for deliverance, 

As I fall should I forgive those who damned me?

I am mortal till' I reach rock bottom,

When the winds cease to enter my tomb,

Do not pursue me, 

Let me lay as I ask,

I shall seek sanctuary at freedoms door.

 

Reviews

[Scott Metro]

Making some changes is not an easy thing...only waking up is easy.

Enjoyed it
Scott

[Forgotten]

Thank you for you review Scott, this poem has come from a rather dark place, but I prefer to write than do something stupid

[Scott Metro]

The darkness I could taste...well done my friend.
S.