POETRY: FREE VERSE FROM AN IMPRISONED SOUL BY PAUL TRISTRAM

Tonight, I beg the heavens
to save me from this living hell.
Tonight, I beg this living hell
to merely let me live.

Unfortunately, neither one responds.
And as I let out a scream,
any optimistic part of my dream,
is torn away and cast
to the waiting, laughing winds.
To fly off at impossible angles,
first around and then again around, me.
Then off with icy eagerness
back to all the summery things
which I happened to miss
along this strange, strange journey.

It serves my right for being
… for being
… for being
… for being

Written by Paul Tristram

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