Iliterate Poet

A dumping ground for my works in progress.

10 Oct 2010

Death and freedom

A wanderer in the depths of my mind
Death is the theme
Freedom is the goal.
Curiosity keeps me, from completing my soul.
No escape from this crazy race
The mind's a terribly beautiful place.
So I bid a farewell
From this pitiful hell
The mind's an inescapable tawdry cell.
A prison, a pit, an illusionary dream.
The theme is death as i scream
Freedom, freedom, freedom.
Posted by Iliteratepoet at 09:00


2 comments:

Interesting how the last line of freedom repeats off-beat after the flow you established—creates a nice effect. "The mind's a terribly beautiful place." True at times, and also a "tawdry cell" in certain moments too. Very well done. Cheers
 
dustus
17 December 2010 at 17:23
Thank you Adam. A bit negative, but I do like to balance the dark and light, sometimes. I suppose truth just isn't always perfect, much like us humans :)I'm glad you liked the effect.
 
Iliteratepoet
18 December 2010 at 10:50

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