FREEDOM

fighting for freedom , shut up in a prison of certain beliefs, and practices where there was an absence of love.

 

Left behind and was denied,

Nothing works, the synergy of a disabled tomorrow,

What seek ye oh woman of sorrow

And what plagues the heart that has you bound

Fetter and chains some grappling sound.

Time and space, light and dark;

 Switching places off and on.

  Not for me, ever for me -a cell or prison.

Wielding the Sword of the spirit.

Fighting for my right was  a heartless plight.

And  looking on was The Lord of hope.

With his hand a gentle stroke.

To oblivion loneliness and things most dread.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write. I like it alot...Pen on...:)

[Rose of many colours]

Thank you Squink... appreciate your comment..

[SquinklaPsyOps]

I like the part when you say that the only thing that works is nothing, I am nothing.