Gripes of freedom
Like birthing pains
Tend to scare
But end in gains
No more life line
From you to me
All by myself
Ill scale the sky free
Just for so long
I have tended our nest
Just learning
To take refuge on a lone branch
Put all troubles to rest
All this time
The walls of our home
Had pictures of us together
But now they are gone.
I still remember
How you smelled
How you looked
But there is no more
Looking back
For I am off the hook
It's a process
Of cutting you off
Getting you out
Of my system
While this heart
Still sobs
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Sad poem, touching indeed. It's a process Of cutting you off Getting you out Of my system While this heart Still sobs Painful flow of words. Thanks for sharing with us.