Part of the Pithom series…

Without
I am without
I have escaped
Myself

I picked the lock
Unhinged my soul
And made it…
Across the threshold

I fled the tower
And shed the irons
Waded through the moat
I made it to the trees

And I can hear their call
I can hear them scream

I am accused…

But I am free

I have gone
I am free
I have left
I’m not there
I am here
You won’t find
For I am out
Of my mind

I made it…

I am without
I have escaped
Myself

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  • LOVELY HONEY on Nov 26, 2009

    gr8

  • TroostAvenue on Nov 26, 2009

    This This one I understand and find to be a powerful thought. An
    insanity attractive to me, but one from I would want the power to
    return at will. That might be mutually exclusive though, less than
    a full commitment.

  • maybii on Nov 26, 2009

    Nice find. Well done

  • aunslaught on Nov 27, 2009

    Lol, i read the title and thought.. darn.. a waste of time… haha, u proved me wrong.. well-written, my friend

  • Liane Schmidt on Nov 27, 2009

    Strong work.

    Blessings.

    Sincerely,

    -Liane Schmidt.

  • Christine Ramsay on Nov 27, 2009

    A wonderful sense of freedom comes through this piece. Good work.

    Christine

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