Not Quite Free
This is what you mean to me
My horrifying agony
I try to let you leave me be
But all I see is Liberty
In face and name you look the part
Beautiful and cold as thought
Though how your heat you do explain
I know not, for here I’m sane
The heaviness of lying here
beplagued by doubts (too close, too near)
Has left me able to do naught
But stare at all that I have lost
For the thing that only we two know
Gives my solitude and snow
That thing that figures me a fool
For loving that which kills my soul
So now I run to save my faith
In beauty of a shining place
As the partner to my love
Chances flying, wings the dove.
But now i dare not follow you
The one who killed to see me true
if only now to conquer me
and steal from me my honesty
Copyright © Satya Tabachnick | Year Posted 2008
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