Freedom Or Bondage

Freedom Or Bondage short poem

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If I were freed
Freed of the greed to live
Freed of my loved one’s creed
Freed of the tug at heart-strings
Freed of the society of my breed
Where would I fly?
How high?

Would it explode
Forced out through a crack in head?
Or wander far into the Milky Way
Away from sway of gravity
Those relationships exert?
Would I then be able
To unlock molten words
And char into ashes
Every life form that I flow unto?
Or would I be the comet
A rare ball of fire that visits
And sets a whole community
To imagine the worst and very best?

This mind conceives in captivity
An earthy beauty
Who mesmerizes with the flutter of her lashes
And holds out a promise so great
This all-consuming fire like foreplay
Heightens the hidden passion
Ah! Would I then trade freedom for bondage???

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