To laugh like no one's listening
And dance like you're unseen
Like a rockstar; singing,
Freedom is expressing,
Unspoken words
Clean.
Alas!
We live
In a fortress
Of critique and commentary.
We breathe a suffocating air,
Our mute heart, a secret cemetery.
Will this life set us free?
Change from the mundane ordinary?
For the creative expressionism
Breaking silence solitary?
This promise?
Arbitrary!
This poem was created by counting syllables. It flows on a pattern of 6,5,4,3,2,1 and 1,2,3,4,5,6.
I enjoyed reading your words :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks so much. I am glad my words matter.
DeleteNicely written! Bastet
ReplyDeleteThanks so much
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