Let It Strike

I feel the pole striking through my ribs,
The consequence of all my fibs.

Allow the blades, the spears, and the spike to strike me through, oh let them strike.
I no longer care for how it may feel, I no longer care if I cannot heal.

It is no longer my concern, I can no longer care,
It will no longer worry me; it will no longer scare.

Never again will I feel the horror of pain,
Never again shall I experience my energy drain.

Forever I might continue to repeat these cries.
Forever I may continue to repeat these lies.

-- Anai L., 9th-12th Grade