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Freedom

by Erin Jones

Before me lies my freedom
In the form of a darkened road
Freedom from the thoughts that roam
Rampantly, violently through my head

The road is wet from the rain
I’ve never driven this way at night
More danger, more risk, less pain
The more I hurt, the more this feels right

Barely deciphering what’s two feet ahead
The light doesn’t reach far enough to see
I can only guess which way the road will lead
And it will be too late when I find if I’ve guessed accurately

Crest the top of the hill and I can’t see
My breath catches in anticipation
I’ve crested this hill before, but I watch expectantly
Today may be the day that I fly – out of sheer desperation

Going around the corner a little too fast
My tires slip, almost attempting a glide
And as I right myself, all I can do is laugh
My heart pounds furiously – this is how I want to die

My suicide missions are getting more dangerous
And while around every corner could lie the end
I’m not sure if this is attempted suicide or just recklessness
I suppose the answer lies in whether or not I meet my death

08/09/2011

Posted on 08/09/2011
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