a voice without sounds
a gaze through walls
a walk so silent
an aura so strong
so strong it is hidden well
nobody can see
they fear when they do
because who would flee
from something they can not see
the freedom it gives
to walk down the aisle
without taking it away
from the groom and bride
the freedom it gives
the freedom I never asked for
the freedom that bounds
the freedom as prison core
free me from the freedom
the freedom of not being punished
the freedom of not talking wrong
the freedom of not being seen
the spirits of ghost are the freest
but there is a reason they cry when they're alone
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Talking heart
PoetryTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.
