Freedom
My freedom is so bright
I am sailing along no cares in the world
I dream of riches and fame
My soul is guaranteed a place in history
The pistol in my hand is an object
It is the measure of who I am
I wear it proudly
Hold it with honor
As I stroke the trigger I feel it is my lover
The wind is gusting at my back
The day is short the night is long
I walk with a limp
I aim the sound is soothing
The direction is fulfilling
I watch as the person in my vision crumples
I have fulfilled my destiny
I am one with God
I pray for redemption
This is the end as I aim one last time
I feel the sun on my face as my light goes out
I am free
Copyright © Christopher Remele | Year Posted 2014
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