what would i not give for freedom?
the freedom to go and come
as i please. the wind whipping through
my hair. the way the birds flew
over the treetops thoroughly free
oh what wouldn't i give for that to be me?
i'm caged, trapped here without escape
waiting for the design planned by fate
my wings are gone, shredded
if there was a magic word, i've said it
but nothing works. this is my end
to my family, my regards send
weights are tied to my feet
anchoring me to the street
freedom is beyond my reach
my isolation i must not breach
YOU ARE READING
thoughts on the wind
Poetrystarted Feb. 08, 2018 if you're looking for mediocre to horrible poetry, you're in the right place i'm a champ at the mediocre to horrible this serves two purposes for me 1. an outlet 2. creativity challenge hope you enjoy
