grateful should he be,
the one who experiences the gladliness of freedom.
melancholy sadness overtakes those who don't.
hopelessly avenging the loss of lines, and distant stars.
we thank the gods for our freedom from them,
but what about each other?
"no one will know," "time will tell."
all lines used by those who sidestep the weight of "what if?"
what if the world came crashing to an end?
what if i asked for something more than i can get?
what if the gods decided to let the careless torture we go through come to an end?
what if.
the limitless hands of a careless freedom.
will never come to fruition.
not while you or i are alive anyway.
i never thought writing poetry would be so fun, it's been a while since i have and actually enjoyed it. now i can't seem to stop lol
YOU ARE READING
tales from the heart, soul, and mind.
Poetrya collection of poetry i've written, some from a little black book, some from my computer in the basement of my home.
