Illusory
Half-hearted
Ill-timed
Chained forever
In my mind
Unable to reach
What is already
Within my grasp
Because
My brain
Can't erase
The past
The last one
The only one
Or so I thought
So where
Can I find
Some freedom
I need freedom
To love again
I need love
To live again
I need life
To grow again
I need growth
To be sane again
Or
Was I
Ever?
(And could I ever be?)
Freedom
Is a present
In the sunlight
Away from
The shadows
Of the past
The clouds
Of aftermath
The last
Lonely
Tear
Evaporated
Into the atmosphere
Of a new day
Monday, November 15, 2010
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