A poem about the desire for the relief of death.

“Set Free”

I’m thirsty, but cannot drink

I’m hungry, but cannot eat

Pounding from my temples to my neck

Pounding away from conscientiousness

The haunting of eternity rack my brain

Will I lie gasping in pain forever?

Will I sit up from this prison again?

Hopes scatter, the little pill hasn’t settled

The demon slows its course

I pray for prayer, the pounding enables me

I lie helpless and exhausted

The sudden slice of coolness cups my head

Chilling the pain

My body relaxes

The demons roar defeat as the cold puts out their fire

I can rest now

I’ve been set free

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