Free
I’m sitting here
Watching you
While your feet are on flat ground
My head is high in the clouds
Maybe that’s where difference
Tears us apart
Because in my free time
I look to numb the pain,
While you live
Free of the struggle,
That holds me down
Free of the addiction,
To anything that’ll numb the pain
Free of your mind,
Free of the demons
That plague mine.
Copyright © Sybil Berry | Year Posted 2014
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