Thursday 25 March 2021

Chained Freedom : A Poem


I shatter
into fragments
of crying words
on a blank sheet.

I splatter
as crimson paradox 
of chained freedom 
at my feet.

I emanate
aching beauty
in lyrical echoes 
of poetic tears.

A contemplate
a fulfilling future
in oceanic patterns
of patchwork memoirs.


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