#996110 added October 17, 2020 at 2:59pm Restrictions: None
Free To Be Enslaved
My head is a place
even I can't visit
This soul is a place
that shudders because
its a ghost of itself
This heart functioning
no longer reminds me
of former passion consuming
this body, soft and gray
won't seek the sun anymore
doesn't seek the fields to play
These arms that could slug
through a body,
into a heart
reverb a soul
to get inside a head
won't lift anymore because
my feet are concrete
No head to obey anymore.
Free to be enslaved
No part of me speaks
Free from the world
indifferent, ignoring
a dying one, once green.
10.17.20
I'm allowed to be sad. Don't take that away. Or, just keep doing what you're doing. Set to ignore.
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