Liberation Day- A Metaphor (Please Comment!)

[schoolhater234]

Hey, here's a poem I wrote... (see if you can understand what it's a metaphor for) :-) Hope you like it! I'd love to know what you think of it!

*I first put this up in the Writing section but no one was reading or commenting so I decided to put it here...

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Sixty seconds. Sixty seconds till the moment I've been waiting for all my life. The time of liberation! I’ve been confined in this area for too long. Sitting here, watching the clock tick. Tick tock, tick tock. Half imagining what my freedom will be like, half listening to the jail guard.

Forty seconds left. This is the most exciting time of my life. For too long, I’ve been confined here. Told what to do, where to go, who to talk to, who to listen to. I want out. Out of this terrible, dull, place. We have to sit and listen. Listen to the lectures. Listen to the guard screaming his voice into our ears! Listen. Listen. Enough with the listening! I’ve had enough.

Thirty seconds left. I am thinking to myself of how I’ve waited so long for this time. This time. The time where I can be free. Where I can choose what I want to do. What I want to learn. Who I want to listen to. I’m done with all this nonsense. I’m done with being stuck in this atrocious, useless, jail.

Twenty seconds left. I’m visualizing where I will go. How free I will feel when I am not confined in this box, behind these bars. These bars that are keeping me from exploring. The jail guard is still talking but now I am not listening. I know I am smarter than I feel but being in this jail cell keeps me from feeling like I can do anything. I feel like I can’t accomplish anything. But maybe when I am free, I will.

Ten seconds left. I feel the presence of freedom coming near. Oh yes, I feel it close by. The closest I’ve ever felt to freedom and liberation. I’ve had so many years of this. So many years of this waiting. Of this watching. Of this hopefulness.

Five seconds left. What the jail guard is saying comes into focus, “Now it is time. You have worked up to this and I think you deserve it.” I am extremely excited. The jail guard raises a gun to my head. Wait… huh?

He shoots.

SchOolHAtEr234

[Puchiko]

I believe it's a metaphor on graduating. The (shooting) could be on, how you expect freedom after high school, but only get sent on to college or a shitty job, dumped into a world where rights and freedoms are being violated.

Good job

[Trar]

It's like forgetting you have a ton of homework to do after school.