Free

I am actually kind of proud of the poem I am about to share with you.

I was finally able to put into words a story about breaking free of someone’s influence, hate, or control, and giving them a big ‘F-you’.

What I have isn’t my first choice for this story, but the words flowed easily (and quickly, I might add…I think this is the shortest time it has ever taken me to write anything.) and it works for now.

If it’s not as good as I feel it is, oh well. I tried.
…That’s all I really have to say about it. I dunno. I guess I don’t really feel like rambling tonight.

Free
You’re on the way to seeking me out
But you cannot see me now
Because I’m on the run from you how
Does it feel to be on your own
Left in the fire all alone.

You say you know my name
But I don’t think you do
You want to play my game
But I play with fire too

Call out my name, but I won’t be there to play your game

You are a master puppeteer
But I have nothing to fear
I cut the ropes long ago
Now I am just putting on a show
Until I get what I’m owed

Call out to see, but no one will be there to set your soul free

Caught in the landslide of life
Without a gun or a light
Are you ready to fight
Or do you think you just might
Give up all your dreams
Because no one heard you scream

Call out to your god, but they won’t help you with the mess that you got

You say you know my name
Say you’re on the way
Seeking me out
But you cannot see me now
I’m on the run from you
How does it feel
Call out
But you’re all alone now