Absurdity, and lonesomeness.
I am swept by the storm, and its ferociousness.
I want to stay high, and I don’t want to find myself lowly.
But the darkness of being alone, makes my mind feel broken.
I am sick of rhymes, I just want to write freely.
Freely.
Freely.
Lord, free me.
I want to be free,
from the constraints of societal structures and it’s laws.
I want to float and feel with my heart, and so what, maybe it is radical.
Because ostracism has me by its claws.
But, perhaps, it is…
The heart will persist;
I give in to its radicalism.
Grow, in wisdom…
My heart is my best teacher.
I learn to love smarter, and I only learn to love deeper.
