Freedom of Prose

by bb0775a

June 13, 2016

Unwilling, Unforgiving, Everlasting,

Darkness exhumed my body

Intoxicated by nothing,

A monster overcame

Survived by nothingness,

Indisposed

Time corroding mortality,

The transience of life

Stiffens

Distance widens,

Vacancy fills the void

Isolated, aloof, remorseful,

Words are my only savior

Intertwined and complex,

Swirled in emotion

I am free

Every phrase,

Every line,

Every syllable,

I heal

Penetrated by no one,

Freedom at last

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Comments (2)

Kowareta no isekiJun 13, 2016

<p>I lovve this poem, you are speaking honestly. I really love your line "Words are my only savior". I live within the words "You must keep silence".</p>

bb0775aJun 13, 2016

<p>I am survived by the gloriousness of poetry, and the ways in which in extracts emotion from places I didn't even know exsisted. </p>