Please don't stop me my love, let me lie down and kiss the ground,
let me taste the taste of freedom on my tongue and remember my
past no more.Let my tears mingle with the sand and the sun comfort my soul,
for the earth has opened up her mouth and swallowed my past,
no more pain, no more fear, only sweet music shall ring in my ears.
Look down on her, O Lord, look down and see your daughter
weeping in the sand, she ripped out her heart and has cast
it into the sea, she said,
"Tomorrow, I will be free."
But the ground where she laid is now drunken with her past,
affliction and confusion, the sea has spewed out her heart
and he sun has hidden his face.
I tried to comfort her and said,
"Come my love, come, for tomorrow is still yet to come,"
but she cannot be comforted, her body's covered with
wounds I cannot see and her words I do not understand.
Night is fallen and my soul grows weak but I will not
leave her, I will cuddle her in my arms and whisper in
her ears,
"Tomorrow, you will be free,
tomorrow, you be free."
- Author: tweetybirdy ( Offline)
- Published: October 23rd, 2015 12:58
- Comment from author about the poem: Wrote this poem in the wee hours of the night while feeling dark and lonely.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 96
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