Free Verse, Poetry, Structured Free Verse



and wherefore?

shall I take to winged flight?
only to be watched from afar
by those who fly in judgment,
an unknown destination my folly
surely they will mock.

I shall not be broken, fallen,
nor brilliance of my Self lost
by the entrails of a love unclaimed.

but what of you?

how long shall you sit, motionless?
staring, without a peep,
in blissful detachment of a long way down –
you will never know this sensation,
dropping into tangled abyss.

you will never fall into oblivion,
nor climb the heights
only to be then beckoned from the depths

your freedom of flight
which saves you,
leaves me hanging in the balance.

This is our Fate.



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