The string that pulls back

spilleronsheet

High above

amidst the expanse

blue, the colour 

that defined

freedom and liberty of thoughts

 

amidst the height

the soar I felt

struggling my ways 

with rosy dreams

defied the words, they taught

freedom they said

obliged were our duties

 

red was anguish

blood shot hatred

green was envy

but yet tried to dream

 

alas,

all plans fail

when tied up at noose

you are pulled back again

again to where you started

and they called it being free….

  • Author: spilleronsheet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 30th, 2022 23:25
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  • Neville


    I too consider this to be one of your most powerful and hard hitting posts to date my friend .. I am glad that time allowed me to find this page and all of its contents .. Neville

    • spilleronsheet

      Thanks a lot dear Neville…what not kills you, keeps you alive…surviving and striving my way…so sorry for the late reply



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