I watch you beckon me
Over to you with tears,
Leaving my eyes barren
Of any apparent happiness.
I wonder if I could ever
Truly have had more, more
Than what you have given me.
But these are just musings
My last act of freedom.
I walk to my final death,
But I hold my head high.
Stefanie Fontker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/final-goodbye-12/
