Category : Poems

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I am the sound people hear
When freedom rings
And spread its deterrent ruffled angel wings
As it slowly reaches for the heavens
And certain men try to crush it
with their ironclad boots

I am the white dove you see in the sky
Amongst the sea of war hawks
Most of whom are chicken hawks in disguise,
but your eye is untrained so you can’t tell

I am the song that kills you softly
that somehow knows exactly what’s on your heart
expressing your emotions,
in a way you never could
So you just sit still
too enchanted in my spell to move
as memories that you thought were long forgotten 
bubbles back up to the surface
and feelings of nostalgia grab hold of your soul

I am the personification of lost Time
The personification of the time 
you wasted on worrying and being afraid, 
you wasted on second guessing yourself,
you wasted on spreading money you didn’t have,
on people you didn’t like
in the hopes that it would make them like you
as if your life depended on their approval.

So tell me,
what do you think I am?