Five Days Until Freedom
Five days until freedom
In the stillness of the room,
shadows stretch like whispered dreams,
the clock ticks heavy on the wall,
each second a sigh,
each minute a memory.
Day one: I trace the dust
on forgotten books,
words once alive now silenced,
like voices lost in a crowd
that never came.
Day two: the window
cracks open to a world
that dances just beyond reach,
laughter echoing through bars
made of longing and sorrow.
Day three: I fold my thoughts
into paper boats,
set them adrift in the silence,
watch them sink,
each wave a reminder of absence.
Day four: the heart learns to hold
its own weight,
as the walls whisper tales
of a land unseen,
of freedom just beyond the horizon.
Day five: I breathe the air
thick with unspoken hopes,
and feel the pulse of the earth,
each beat a promise,
each pause a question.
Until freedom comes,
I remain a shadow,
waiting for the dawn
to unveil the light,
and the echo of my name
to finally find its home.
By Jay Kirk
Age 15
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
