To be free or not to be, To live life, or to just dream of such things Often I see myself conformed, A marionette, invisible strings These ways surely of the family in which I was born, From birth they were my destiny All I see around me, is nothing at all true religions and a shiny necklace couldn’t numb the pain from the truth All of these days I’ve spent blindfolded, lost if you will as my flesh rots my soul grows, its my conscience I seek to heal mask the pain my mind endures, symptoms of the young at mind go to college and get a job, the common cure everything else is a waste of time Oh how I adore the tranquility of silence, An untapped mind does its work there, quietly defiant Often they tell us X marks the spot, the truth is, that isn’t true You don’t need a map or a GPS to find the real treasure, all you have to find is you peace, tigerpaw
"as my flesh rots my soul grows, its my conscience I seek to heal" Like I said before, favorite lines in the poem. But the whole thing has a great and truthful energy around it. Great words.
Just pure truth right there. Very insightful and well constructed. Surprisingly good form for free verse as well! I like that it has the same natural flow as prose, but simultaneously has enough form and rhythm to shine with the beauty of good poetry. It strikes a perfect balance.
Thanks! Sometimes people like that style sometimes people don't, I'm glad you enjoyed! Peace, Tigerpaw
