“Spilled Ink”

A poem about a man knowing that he is about to die.

You may hate me for writing these
words, but I have lived
I have really lived

As the world collapses into chaos
all around me, all I can remember
are those days that I really lived.
I really lived

Your men in suits may take everything
that I accumulated in throughout my life,
Know this, I have Lived,
I have really lived

As I sit in this cell, writing these words, I
may go to my doom by the machinations
of the men in dark suits, know this,
I have really lived.

The electricity begins following through my
body, know this, you have not broken me.

But know this…I have lived and I now die FREE!

By
Bree Orlock
@2018