MACÉDOINE [Poetry]

FREEDOM'S PRICE

He calls in his sweet voice-
"O! dear! Come for me!"
But I can't for I've no choice,
Was mine answer.

Bleeding heart,
Shattered hope and dream,
Prisoned and painful soul,
Are what filled mine body to the brim.

"O! Freedom!
Tell me your price!
To be out of this boredom.
How costly can you be?"

Shouted I,for the prison's hellish.
"Your life's my price!"
Answered he.
And mute I became.

@poetickaleidoscope