For one last time

A pounding heart and weary mind yearned to fly away,

to free the soul from its earthly cage.

It was to be the last day of suffocation in this cruel world.

A fresh wound ached on my chest,

dimming the lights in my eyes.

The dark clouds around my head, I wished could fade forever.

For one last time, I'd bear this pain,

and then, perhaps, find release.

~Hemalatha vm