Consonants and Vowels...

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Sunday, August 31, 2008

Freedom Chased

Invisible bars on my windows
Broken locks on my doors.
Over there,My special place
Quiet, full of grace
I sit there breathing peaceful air.
For a moment, bars not there.

Quiet! Sit and listen!
Freedom rings and I can hear the music faintly, sweetly
I can see the buds bloom from across the room
My eyes close as my guard checks out...

Oh, but the sound of thundering terror
Not a false alarm
Reminds me I am locked up
With this fear, my joy disarmed

They shake the cage where I am kept
Countless times, here, have I wept

Lovers don't look lovely
Friends don't look friendly
I hardly recognize myself
with black water running down my face

By: Jen

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