Free

Some days I don’t feel like living
Where is the calm to this storm?
I was once in love and thriving
but now I wonder if she’ll be coming home;
back to our bed; and back to me
This love can be madness sometimes
I used to drink to pass the time.
Now, all I think about us inevitably.
Has our love gone past defeat?

Our love was gone for many years.
I’m finally giving up on her
because now I wonder
if there is somebody else
who will make me feel again.
I know deep down that it’s me
I have to wake up from this dream,
which is more like a nightmare.
Will I bare to be someone not clear?
I have to become more free.

This poem is about: 
Me

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