Be free (An original poem)
Be free
Let me feel
The winds
Of freedom
Of choice
Let me hurt myself
In the hard rocks
Of responsibility.
Alone!
Let me be
Talking to myself.
MADNESS, MADNESS.
Yes, but mine.
Let me be the mad
I've always wanted to.
Let me feel the freedom
I've always wanted to.
Perfect. This hits home.
Great post.
I have never wanted to live without freedom in a stifling air among noble characters. Rather, be set stumble among the pleasants. Pleasure is freedom of time.
This is like a steemit poem with "Let me feel the freedom I've always wanted to."
I love this. Let me feel the freedom. You're a gem!