A Wish for Regret.

A wild creature

Tied down loses all beauty,

Loses her existence

Loses her passion,

Thoughts, and self.

I am tied down

With loving ropes

Que j’adore,

Mais, I am dying,

I am dead.

We are dead.

We are all dead.

Heaving chests are

Full of nothing,

Air does not exist,

Only sorrow,

Only regret that

Refuses to come

To the door of my heart.

Repentance does not

Show his face.

Crimes I have committed

Go unnoticed, unquestioned,

And I am angry.

I am in love.

I do not want

These ropes around me,

For without legs I cannot run,

Without wings I cannot fly.

I want to fly,

See the world from above the sky.

I want to run wild,

But you refuse,

Holding tighter on the noose.

I love you but

Wild things

Can’t stay put,

Can’t settle down.

I could settle in,

Making you breakfast,

And going to bed,

But Lord knows,

If that’s what’s called ‘life’,

I’d rather be dead.

Reviews

[Dionysus Cain]

that was awesome, shes a free bird and has to be free. that hit home with me because i used to be a home body and now i just want to go evrywhere without no limitations.. I see this poem very well and think it is very well written and it has a solid message. come with or walk away , hell i understand