Freedom Is Not Air...
Freedom Is Not Air...
Freedom is not air, of course
Its want doesn't really kill
One doesn't gasp and choke, flailing the arms
writhing and convulsing
until one succumbs
No, the want of freedom doesn't do that
It works insidiously
worming its way ,
stealthily, but surely
reaching the caverns
of the very essence - the soul
And eroding, in slivers
chipping off, patiently
at the passions and dreams
and the tenuous threads of hope
Gnawing at assurance, until
fear shows its face,
hitherto obscure
but now, all pervasive
And its bedfellow, insecurity
emerges, and expands
the fraternal twins now take over
coarse through the veins
seep into the sap of each tissue
And, suffuse every pore of the being
Until, the soul gives in, decimated
and what lives, is a shell
stripped of its core, its essence
But No, the want of freedom doesn't really kill...