Eleutheromania
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His hands felt tougher than the bones
That cracked beneath his blows
He didn’t always throw these stones
At times, he brought me a rose
Suffering from the lack of compassion
My heart often ached with regrets
Causing my face to grow quite ashen
Wishing that my mind just forgets
Deep within there’s a whisper of hope
Quenching the doubts that stifle
Giving me so many good ways to cope
Longing to dissuade all that brings a trifle
Painting my soul hues of beautiful gold
Gently caressing my spirit with devotion
For getting away from this hardened cold
Where my spirit was losing it’s emotion
A hunger for liberty from this prison camp
Silenced all other reflections of insight
Leaving rivers of tears, cheeks all damp
From the sorrows of letting go, so contrite
His heart grew so cruel amid the lost dawns
Where the soft glow of summer couldn’t melt
Through the anger and resentment that cons
Hope into a place of spiteful doubts that are felt
My longing for freedom from his deep rage
Left my mind reeling with feelings of anguish
Knowing he would eventually go on a rampage
I finally left him with all the ambiguity to languish
Pick-A-Title, Vol 25 - Rhyme 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
November 13, 2020
Title Chosen: 3.) Eleutheromania
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2020
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