A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

I spend hours stagnated, doing nothing,

Only avoiding that the words,

Break free from me in a bold gesture,

And encircle me with their silent fury.

They suddenly emerge, like arrows in the wind,

And confront me in an inner duel,

In an idyllic combat, where thought

Is both pain and a brief cry.

Inconclusive, like life itself,

This clash with no beginning or end,

Leaves me trapped in a wounded soul,

Where words hold power over me.

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