Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Push away the sun
Keep the dark inside
Too many voices
Too many tears
Do I have any choices
Does life determine my years
Push away the images
But they follow at night
Trying to build bridges
While I desperately fight
What’s real, what’s not
Am I here, or am I there
Feeling ice cold, now what
I can’t handle the suns glare
Fear quickly follows shame
I’m so damn confused
Tell me who’s to blame
I feel so terribly used
What’s happening to me
Over and over it goes
I just want to be free
Free as the wind that blows
4 responses to “Free”
Yes. EXACTLY. This is beautifully written.
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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Beautiful poem, Rayne 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Chris. ❤
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