Free

Surrounded by scattered trinkets and the trivial

worldly items collected by bargaining or begging

once pawned to me and the cycle renewed

I sit and ponder what it is I even want

 

A quarter of a lifetime is enough for many

to love, to laugh, to lie and to learn

that not everyone will make it to the final turn

That a truly guilty conscience is a leaden anchor

wrapped around one's throat and tossed to sea

 and perhaps the only way to be free

Reviews

[steppenwolf]

Oh this is marvelous. Great rhythms and images. Keep writing.