Poetry

Fugitive

August 10, 2019

I have come to bow down

Who wants to have the salty taste of freedom?

This earth feels tasteless, vulnerable grief

I’ve escaped by breaking time’s swallow

A drenched crow fled away

Indifferent contemplation

Come,

Put me in chains

Offer me the tastes of ties

I have come to bow down

When I wake up I see

There is no home, there is no roof either

I have come to bow down

Removing regretful grief

I move on without hesitation

I run fearlessly

I go on indifferently

In to the fetter scented forest trail

So many days, after so many days

I have come to incline

Who wants to have the salty taste of freedom?

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2 Comments

  • Reply john wick December 14, 2020 at 7:11 pm

    I am not real wonderful with English but I find this really leisurely to read . Leelah Reuven Lyndes

  • Reply sikis izle December 14, 2020 at 8:21 pm

    Very good article. I am dealing with a few of these issues as well.. Stephie Shadow Nerin

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