Gone Poem by Tiff Murphy

The end of the pendulum swings,
Dust settles all around,
Choking and coughing,
Not being able to decipher the sounds,
She doesn't know where she is,
She doesn't know where she's been,
The hatred boils to the core,
Her hands are bound,
Her feet are tied,
The duct tape sticks to her mouth,
She's trying to scream,
But noise won't come out,
She's suffocating with each breath she takes,
The floor starts to quake,
Crackling and crumbling all around,
In the distance is a loud bang,
Her time is ticking down,
Why won't they come for her,
Her mother or father,
Didn't they care anymore?
Her limbs are sinking,
Falling into the ground,
One last shallow breath,
Is all that she has left,
Eyelids flutter shut,
She sinks into oblivion,
Into a happier song,
Her chest fails to rise,
But her soul refuses to die,
Floating above her,
Pinks and blues,
Gravity takes hold,
As she lets go,
Like a balloon,
She floats along,
Past the tree tops,
Houses are all gone now,
Down a country road,
To the place she used to call home,
Her body was just a vessel,
That carried her soul,
Feelings she never had before,
Like she can just be,
Happy and free,
The past is finally gone.