Thursday, September 03, 2009

Freedom

A wrecking ball
Blows past me
Toward the wall
Set to be free

Standards of the past
Flash before the eyes
Shattered at last
No limit the skies

Forward the march
Uncontrollable yearning
No backward arch
Infernal burning

Hunger strikes a pose
Negligence dissipates
These foes I depose
A new way anticipates

Painful yesteryear
Bellows its last breath
I see no fear
It has been put to death.

3 comments:

Lilly said...

These lines are so powerful, I wish I could do this with fear.

see no fear
It has been put to death.

Ahsan said...

glistering poem

aria said...

"Hunger strikes a pose"

poignant ..