Freedom

Something I wrote in class also...What do I want to be free from?

I think that my life is falling

                                                Falling into crumbles

I feel as if my life is jacked, the water leaking through the cracks

All the chaos surrounds me

      Swallows

Me

Up

I feel that the voices surrounding me are slowly but surely driving me insane

The people I am around make me feel low and

                                                                                           unloved

My home is like a prison that once I go in its suffocating me

Killing me with its silent stillness

So I load my schedule up till there is no more space for thought or breath

I have enclosed myself in my own repetitive hell

Though all I want is

Freedom

            

Author's Note

My language is the common prostitute that I turn into a virgin. ~Karl Kraus

Reviews

When I was reading your poem I could feel the coldness of feeling that.

[jasmine]

Wow. i thought that there was nothing that i could ever relate to. but this...this is so legit. well done.