I've learned that even freedom has limits.
I bought numerous one-way plane tickets,
But old memories echoed through my mind.
I can't escape you; with you, I'm confined.
To the very edge of the world, I fled;
But I still heard your soft voice in my head.
You, my love, tied my hands behind my back
Your heart was the only thing I did lack.
But you took mine, you took my longing heart.
And then Death did asunder us apart,
Leaving me with a scar; I can't forget.
Free, but not free of this awful regret.
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The Chaos
PoetryWelcome to the chaos of my mind. A collection of original poems by me. "A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." -W.H. Auden "That was her gift, she filled you with words you didn't k...
