Free will is a thrill
Until it is not
One has a gun
While the other gets shot
A hero, a villain
Depends on the eye
We all have a truth
But live in a lie
The story is written
In different tongues
Hidden and swirling
Inside of our lungs
In front is a mask
Behind is another
Power amongst
Both chaser and runner
Each of the sides
Presents in a language
Excitement, fear
Love, laughter, and anguish
Destruction is waiting
To hand you the rope
Free will, it may kill
Or supply you with hope
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Author:
Cocamedo (
Offline) - Published: September 6th, 2024 21:48
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Comments1
Most interesting poem. Well written with great metaphor and rhyme.
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