16 Death; My Freedom

I wait inside a prison called life.

I'm trapped inside this chest of all despair.

Within this pestilential chamber I await

the freedom from these chains.

I fade away slowly behind these bars

where light comes in only twice a day,

and I am treated as if a stranger

and equality is put to shame.

I shall fear no death in any way,

for freedom comes in many names.

I believe the end is my freedom,

now I beckon thee come quickly.

I sat upon a bank look outward,

the horizon so envious and clear

with such I wished to have

so vast and wonderous this world.

I join the departing clouds,

no keys or lock can be bound,

I am free when I am gone,

goodbye my chamber of solemn songs.