Please free me.

Friendship

Please free me.

The iron locks are cold against my skin,
A heavy price for where my soul has been.
I’ve walked the floor until the light grew grey,
And watched the seasons bleed and slip away.
 
Enough of penance, enough of chains that bite,
Enough of clutching shadows in the night.
My spirit wears the fray of every score,
I don’t want to be punished any more.
 
The walls have tasted every silent plea,
The bitter salt of what it costs to be.
I’ve paid the debt, I’ve knelt upon the floor,
Just free me—I don’t want to be punished any more.
 
Let go the latch, let fall the heavy gate,
To trade this room for mercy, not for fate.
The world is wide, and I have paid the toll;
Just free the tether from6 my weary soul.
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  • orchidee

    Good write F.

    • Friendship

      Thank you. orchidee

    • Priya Tomar

      Beautifully write .

      • Friendship

        Thank you.Priya Tomar

        • Priya Tomar

          You 're welcome .

        • sorenbarrett

          I feel the bonds in this poem and the yearning for freedom. It is heart felt and most expressive. Very well written

          • Friendship

            Thank you.Soren Barrett

            • sorenbarrett

              You are most welcome my friend

            • Katie B.

              May you find freedom. Well done!

              • Friendship

                Thank you, this poem had nothing to do with me, Katie, it came into my head as I was working in my Yard. But thank you, I don't think the weeds will free me. Have a great day.💕

              • Tristan Robert Lange

                My friend, there’s strength in this that doesn’t shout…it endures. You hold pain, accountability, and exhaustion all at once, but what rises through it is the right to be released. Not given…earned. That’s what makes this powerful. It stays with you long after. Well done! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                • Friendship

                  Thank you, Tristan Robert Lange

                • Paul Bell

                  Freedom these days come at a high price it seems.
                  Once upon a time we saw ourselves as free.
                  Now societies restraints hold us back.

                  • Friendship

                    Thank you ,Paul Bell

                  • arqios

                    Good write, Friendship 🙏🏻🕊️

                    • Friendship

                      Thank you,arqios

                      • arqios

                        Most welcome, Friendshp 🙏🏻🕊️

                      • Demar Desu - 德马尔·德苏

                        I can sense the despair… great poem

                      • Dan Williams

                        And what a nice encore from "Existing". I tend to avoid rhyme, find it he need for suitable words sometimes exasperating, but you have navigated it wonderfully. "The walls have tasted every silent plea, The bitter salt of what it costs to be.", brilliant.

                      • 2781

                        This sounds like the fate of a generation - the nursing home.

                      • Abdullah123

                        Haunting. Absolutely brilliant



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