Freedom

A poem that I wrote about freedom as a theme in my life.

FREEDOM

Trapped is my hear.

Jailed is my mind.

Bound are my wings.

Wasted is my time.

Purgatory.

Dark and numb,

Cold and fears.

Tears.

I want to get out.

To the clouds.

Light.

What's the point?

I want to escape this joint.

Death.

It hurts yet it's nice.

That my body turns to ice.

I'm Free.

No more to see.

I will no longer be,

Dark,

My soul is finally free.

alexborderie