My Midnight: A Second Collection Of Poetry

I Will Break Free

I feel dirty like a thief

Who has stolen something,

Like a homeless person

On the side of the street.

I'm guilty of many crimes

And inside I weep

For the loss of time

And the pain I see,

For the days that pass

And the bridge I will Never leap

I feel I can never

Be really truly me,

Always held captive

By something unseen.

But I can't let go.

I have to believe

That the day will come

When I will break Free.

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Swiftly, quickly like a summer night's breeze, the day is coming.

When I will be free.