Freedom At Last
26 jan 2011 Deixe um comentário
Poem Space
Achei nas notas do meu celular, coisas perdidas com o tempo. Achei válido.
Com vocês, Freedom At Last!
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Shovel in hand, land on the ground
A marked place where I should dig
Crispy rain, thick fog all around
A tall man looking down at me
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“This ain’t a dream”, the tall man said
Reading my thoughts and easing my doubts
“You need to dig this grave for me
Only after this you’ll be able to get out”
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His pale skin glittered under the moonlight
He had no expression on his face
Before I opened my mouth to complain
With a blink of an eye he faded away
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With crampy hands I was finally done
All the six feet for his new bed
When I looked at the tombstone
It wasn’t his but my name that it read
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Then I understood what he meant before
The tall man looking at me was Death
Life for me would be no more
The freedom I’d get was my last breath
