Flee

			Agony,
			Fear,
			Loneliness:
			In my place.

			Facing the present -
			Knowing that this would not be the end,
			But little could that matter -
			Life is what is here -
			To be able to look beyond the event
			And see a better future because of it
			Takes exceedingly rational thought -
			Thoughts that flee far from any pain.

			The pain was escapable;
			Worthiest,
			Most humble submission:
			To be denied any peace,
			Any happiness,
			And handed slow death.

			Each slow movement, moment: 
			Pain...

			The sun takes its slow path...

			Heat searing the skin,
			Heady aromas of filth surround -
			Each painful breath
			A gasp of stench.
			Each extra moment
			A moment incomplete.
			What a way to die,
			What a place...

			Each slow moment
			Passes...

			Each stab of pain,
			Every moment of hanging:
			Able to leave,
			Able to escape the pain...
			But He didn't -
			He remained.

			He suffered:
			Agony,
			Fear,
			Loneliness:
			I no longer have to.