A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

I acknowledge all that I was,

The sadness and deep pain,

Love and illusion flood.

In a weeping of false tears

I write what I do not feel,

Dull and barefoot words.

Reflections of thought

That serve within,

In testing, in my inattentive way.

I am an echo of what I lived,

A shadow that has passed,

What within me resists, smiles,

Even when the soul fell silent.

And so I go, in an uncertain line,

Between illusion and lament,

Searching within me for the desert,

Where perhaps there is some solace.

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