Swing

Feel the wind in my hair
as I pump in the air
my legs,
so way up high.
My toes touch the sun
I can taste on my tongue,
the warmth
of the sweet summer sky.
I need more of these
splendid days to be free
On a swing
in the hot season sun.
Fill my chest as I grasp
at my last chance to gasp
free air
into my lungs.
No more flying for me
those are sweet memories
my next flight,
I can not refuse.
Quest for freedom will bring
one last time on the swing
at the end,
of a hangman's noose.