Liberty
Liberty?
Yes, liberty.
Where are thou?
I need you now.
I've been jailed.
I can't get out of here.
My strength is not enough
to destroy these barriers.
I am the victim
yet also the suspect.
Tell me that it's a lie
for you conquered me.
I lost my freedom.
No! You removed it.
You came unexpectedly
and enslaved me.
I shouted loudly
so that someone could hear me
and there, He came.
I'm finally free!
Yes! I am free.
I now have my liberty.
I'm not enslaved anymore
by my conquering thoughts.
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Special thanks to Addy_KS, the first one who give comments on my poems and her comments inspires me a lot. I want to dedicate this poem to for every time your comments pop up on my notifications, I forget about the things that's bothering me. Again, thanks to you and to all the my readers.
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PoesíaPoems are written because of experiences and imaginations where knowledge and feelings unites. -BlueCryztalz The words used maybe simple but they create a deeper meaning when combined. Why did I wrote these poems? For what? Maybe to inspire others...
