'Last Request' ~ Poem

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'Last Request'


'One Last Request'

They Ask You Through The Bars

Separated In Even,

If You Reach Your Arms Through

You May Be Able To Feel It.


A Hint Of Freedom,

Like A Cool, Refreshing Breeze

During A Mid-Day Heat.


Only To Realize What You Feel

Is Simply The Icy Metal

Against Your Bare Skin.


An Illusion, A Trick.

Nothing More Than A Mirage.

Freedom

Is Just Your Imagination...

Broken By Your Sins.


Written By Makaila B.

11/6/15

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