The last thylacine

Your final day on earth, the final breath you take, you collapse while a large crowd watches you in disbelief… Benjamin it was only 1936, all you were trying to do is flee this prison cell. The crowd flashes the cameras at you as you try to cover your eyes, as you don’t want to live in this cruel life in solitude  * clank, clink, clash…*  the chain collides with the fence of your enclosure of where you spent most of your life. The only remains of you is your corpse in your cage, you swore you’d be back home but that was all a dream you weep, beg, and cry, pleading and clasping your hands together the sombre scent of solitude has knocked you down. Poor thing…you reach for the light in trying times. You hope this is over, you want them to let you run back home, but they won’t, because it's not like they think about the pain you go through 24/7.