Weak poems and horrible monologues
Friday, January 14, 2011
freedom
Freedom? What is freedom?
I am chained to this rock
I cannot break free
Why would I want to?
What is freedom?
If it is not tangible,
Why would I endur for it?
Let the waves errode me away.
Chained to this rock
I will be
Content in my misery
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment