It pains to know
Freedom never lasts too long
This is all we will have
All we have
And nothing we conceive
Nothing we understand
While the soles of the mother ache
The mind of the father never breaks
The daughters test their own patience
Waiting, prolonging the essence
Of freedom
Staccato conversations
Reprisals for the hurt
Caused by one’s own self
Deception like a needle
Sews the throat closed
The world blurs
The head sways
The mind loses consciousness
And like the dust, is swept away

poetry poem release state of mind sam freedom

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1. nice:)

   - savvy 05/07/11, 6:28AM PST