Too Young To Be Free
The world is a dark place
I cannot spread my wings and fly
I counted the stars in the sky
They were too small to light my path.
I'm too young to be free
This world is a wicked place to be
They say my throat is the way to heaven
I dipped a finger to touch God
But I could not breathe, I threw up
It seemed everyone who died saw God.
I'm too young to be free
The day is too void for my eyes can see
My heart aches in pain and fear
It runs through my body; a thorny path
I looked into the darkness hoping a voice
Will speak and calm my storms
I'm too young to be free
The night is silent, I cannot breathe.
I'm walking this lane, to the other side
Hoping to run into a stranger
Who knows my name, and feels my pain
Everyone needs somebody, so they say.
I'm too young to be free
I'm dying alone and no one can see.
I'm too young to be free
-freedom is another name for loneliness.
Sleep, dream but please, bid me a farewell.
Michael Ace
#magicalpoetry
©ACEworld
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