Raven Syke


Vain Freedom - Poem by Raven Syke

My words mean nothing,
it's just paper to burn
Freedom gained vainly,
isn't justly earned

Is it mean to feel nothing?
Or do I offend?
Should I take back those words?
Should I make a mends?

Grey is the situation,
No right, no wrong.
Disregard the trust
As doubts are born

I refuse to feel
What my heart is made for
Regret burns through me
As your heart I tore

I cannot think straight
I cannot sleep at night.
My pretty words
You throw to one side

You have surely gone
Far beyond my reach
Though I am connected to you
Like a blood-thirsty leech.

You will not tell me
What it is you feel
Though I want to know more,
I doubt what is real

I am found lost,
Wondering the streets of my mind
Though ties I leave severed
To you, my thoughts will bind.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 11, 2013



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