Loss Of Freedom, Keys And Cycle- a poem by Drem

Again, not sure if I posted this one or not. I can’t find it or a variation of it anywhere. If I did post it before and you by any chance remember, please let me know.

Thank you for reading and I hope you connect with this one.

xoxo

 



Loss of Freedom, Keys And Cycle- a poem by Drem

Written June 9, 2016

No clocks.

White walls.

Tell me something

new

that I don’t know.

Beige floors.

Teal chairs.

I have all four windows

in this one

here.

Sharp objects

back and forth.

As the wind blows

my blade goes.

But this time I got to bring

my pillows.

This has happened all before.

No locked bathroom doors,

guards with tasers

and no freedom.

The world is my greatest enemy.

No, my past is my greatest enemy.

No, my memory is my greatest enemy.

Because my past is mine.

All mine to keep.

Forever and always

locked inside

behind these hopeless eyes of mine.

Tears may fall

and I might cry.

See, my blood is my paint.

And drugs keep me alive.

But, tell me something new

that I don’t know.

(C) Drem 2016


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