~*~
Pleading
He asked.
"What does it mean to be free?"
It took me a second to absorb his words.
"Freedom is something we're yet to discover.
It's near, I can feel it."
Shaking his head, the man whispered.
"Freedom is here - it is me.
Choose the right path
Make sure you turn right.
Sometimes it'll feel wrong,
then you will fight.
When chains stop rattling behind you,
I'll be by your side.
As a guardian angel -
always the light."
~*~
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Confessions of a Melancholic Dreamer #Wattys2015
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose, gathered through years of creative black-outs and self-preservation. 'Feel the rhythm of a thumping heart through the lines of a daydreamer.' Copyright ©GRETA GREE 2015 Currently ranking 214 in Poetry category (6/29...
