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