Hoarse

Contemplating the concept of freedom and its place in society.

Maybe once I was a symbol of freedom,
but now it feels like self-deception
with this rope-burn around my throat
and bouquet of roses along my ribs.

Today they nailed a grey rainbow to my feet,
the same ones they use for good luck.
Sometimes his whip may break my skin,
but not like irony's breaks my heart.

Reviews

[skadi29]

I get it. don't want to, but i do.

[Darren Brown]

Well, as long as it resonated with you in some way, I'm glad.

[RAOrourke]

This was a short poem but I thought well written

[Darren Brown]

Thank you for the kind words.