The SwanA Poem by IAmGhost120If you love someone who wants to be free, do you let them go? Or do you continue to cage them, smothering them in a prison of your own feelings until they expire?The Swan In a lake of blue In waters gleaming gold He chanced upon the swan one day Reposing in the sun. Feathers gleaming glossy black, Neck and head held high, She caught his heart immediately And held it to her, tight. And so, of course, it was That he trapped and took her home He said that he would care for her, that “All I am is yours.” They lived inside his cottage For a quiet year or two And the swan appeared content, Never yearning for waters blue. Yet the man woke up one night From a nightmare’s clammy grip And found his feathered love Had given him the slip. He blubbered bloody tears And howled to the moon; After all these years How dare she leave his room? But as he headed back to bed To bathe in lonely grief, A piece of papery parchment Landed by his feet. It was scrawled in messy haste As though written by webbed feet And stained with large splotches Of tears yet to dry. “I love you very much,” it said, “But alas, we cannot be!! You hoard me to yourself too much; I just want to be free!! And the man understood. He gave up his selfish ways, Cast aside his lonely heart And thusly spent his days. © 2012 IAmGhost120Author's Note
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9 Reviews Added on August 2, 2011 Last Updated on August 28, 2012 Tags: love, swans, bird, IAmGhost120 AuthorIAmGhost120AboutSo. You wanna know stuff about me, huh. Well, I'm a human, and I'm alive. I live on Planet Earth, which is in the Milky Way, and I live on a large landmass surrounded by ocean. I have a nose, two .. more..Writing
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