Freedom is deluded.
He promised me peace.
Though I’m constantly intruded,
By voices inside of me.
Does happiness exist?
Or does she mark my lack of longing?
Well, I wait for my moment of bliss.
Just a brief taste of belonging.
To feel what you feel,
And be told it isn’t real.
The awaiting of a seal,
That’ll open once you heal.
Bound by my stubbornness.
Bound by my negligence.
Liberate my incompetence.
Surround me by my selflessness.
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Author:
Orions pen (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
What a beautiful poem! Amazing work!!!
Thank you very much 🙂
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