I long for freedom,
For a chance to fly.
To spread my wings,
To touch the sky.
It's so close,
I can almost taste it.
Freedom is precious,
Don't want to waste it.
But before I know it,
My freedom flees.
My legs give in,
I'm on my knees.
I try to stand,
To escape this hell.
But I'm too weak,
And I'm by myself.
YOU ARE READING
Sam's Poems
PoetryBasically, I pour my heart out onto a piece of paper and you read it. Simple, really.
