'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
