I want to free
The chains of thoughts
my mind are shackled in,
Hard and Heavy.
I want to free
The dungeon of broken dreams
my soul lies weeping in,
Teary and dreary.
I want to free
The light that is
ebbing into darkness,
within the rims of my eyes.
I want to free
The tongue that lies twisted and coiled
with unsaid words and angst,
Like a venomous reptile.
I want to free
That blank space in the gyri
when I want to use it
good somehow.
I want to free
Your thoughts you keep hiding
from me like a,
Butler in disguise.
I want to free
every sharp string of silver
that is cutting through our souls,
bleeding us in a maze of desire.
I want to free
All those peoples souls
who prevent us from
being just us.
I want to free myself of
Such vindictive thoughts.
That is not going to help,
For it all becomes just a
mere floating idea.
Then I breathe in,
Sweet and cold
To gravitate.
Go to sleep
Lull, my child.
For in the morning
we shall wake
to newer sermons of
Freedom
in Our class.
