Terminal Freedom

terminal

 

 

Internal apocalypse

Stage four

Or five

Anger rising in the moon

Eclipsed in confusion

She smiled to hide the fear

I stared blankly

Winter bitten eyes

No stars on the ceiling

No hope on the walls

Only tubes and comfort

Take me out of this Holiday Inn

I want to go home

 

Frightened at first

Covered in a quilt of panic

So tired but not ready to sleep

Then the moment came

Serenity

Clarity

Finality

She held my gaze

Mine placid in a pool of acceptance

Her eye’s filled with fear

Her world so cloudy

But I could see clearly

For the first time

For the last time

I smiled

It was over

I had finally found what I’ve always wanted

Freedom

 

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