A Longing For Freedom

A Longing for Freedom.

It is late in the evening, and I am sitting all alone.

It feels like rivers of ice running in my old bones.

Dense darkness filled me with constant dread.

Heart so quiet, feels like it has long been dead.

The sad words I hear were once silent whispers.

Stinging inside like raw open bleeding blisters.

All the words have changed into raging shouts.

Friendly faces I look to find, but no one's about.

Warm eeriness that cruises under the aged skin.

Bringing all the harsh reality of life into question.

Haunting painful memories of a dark secret past.

A longing for freedom that seems to always last.

Weighed down by all the knowledge I cannot tell.

My soul a permanent idol resident in a living hell.

The wounds of pain that release and slowly seep.

The dancing talking demons that break my sleep.

Mind in constant turmoil my head hung in shame.

Complete confusion about why it happened again.

Every darkened corner I entered it's just the same.

The unanswered question was it only just a game.

My tears sting hard in these sorrowful hollow eyes.

A lifelong obsession and need to understand why.

Ghosts of the past torment, that keep me chained.

battalions of the devils’ disciples I can never name.

My soul and mind imprisoned with overflowing fear.

All I ever see, are the demons dancing everywhere.

A young soul was taken, and their game was played.

Was it really my fault, was I really the one to blame.

Tobani 2025.