Freedom Grows On TreesA Poem by Douglas Levi GribbinsA dark short poem i wrote.I'm serenading myself as i'm under a tree, Darkness in the line of a symbol or I see myself , from legs to feet, but my black heart remains invisible
What if i took my life, What if i survived? not a hook, no knife?
What if i would've stayed strong and lived through it? All the preps are saying they tried to help me to stick through it.
All my friends who left me are saying i was a hero Wasn't it just yesterday you reconized me as a zero?
You say i had a future today, yesterday you didn't believe in me. They ain't asking my ex's about what the heck they even seen in me.
Today I'm the best guy in the world to you, Yesterday i was an entity. Yesterday you were with your friends, torturing whoever was friends with me.
Bullets become pills for freedom as ropes become keys Brain becomes the mouth to swallow as your throat is for the key.
But in all it doesn't matter, I found out that freedom grows on trees. I'm 10 feet off the ground, My soul sings as my body slowly swings........
© 2014 Douglas Levi GribbinsAuthor's Note
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