poetry

As free

Sounds play inside my head, on repeat

My face gets dry by every second

The corner of my lips crack unapologetically

My hands gets cold, i cannot feel them

Voices, like a hungry ocean wave, tear up my ears.

My feet wobble from the inside,

I want to fly, i want to disappear

I want to get lost to another realm, where faces of this and that,

Eyes of they and them, do not haunt my poor soul

Where my voice is heard well, something i have been meaning to achieve,

Where the language is all comprehensive,

And as free as the air, so are my thoughts.

9 thoughts on “As free

  1. When anything is comprehensible, and one can separate the difference between things at a moments notice, the mind is free and so are you lovely♥️. Love the flow of this piece.

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