Liberation
Waiting, writhing
my words yearning,
for freedom through writing.
Freedom from thoughts
that encumber me,
freedom from emotions
that smother me,
freedom from a mire
that i entrenched myself in,
freedom from the blackness
that dwells within.
This blackness, this bleakness,
this barbaric being,
sits inside my heart,
silently screaming.
A need for freedom
envelops my soul,
a need to let out
what i have barricaded inside.
A pen is my lifeline,
connecting to the blackness
it writes, pooling and freeing
my words, inky figures taking
shape- my words, finally
liberated
This poem is about:
Me
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