Old:
I may be
Seen as
Wrinkled,
an old ancient
Human artifact
That tells a story
From the past
But my image
Does not determine
How I live with liberty
Or the freedom of will
For it is my mind
That lives to see the day,
With my body as it's carrier.
©alisawilliams
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Words Within Me (A poetry based book)
PoetryI heard the whispers as I lay, with dread The gruesome screams of figures I created Exceedingly painful, calling cries for help Of the invisible beings scolding me with fire I couldn't run, there was no escape Nor a light at the end of this dark...
