Free Poetry Poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dearie me
The page is empty devoid of words
Absolutely word free

Along comes a wannabe poet
And before you know it
The freedom of the empty page is marred

But this wannabe poet
Wants the page to be free
So I’ll write a poem

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dearie me
Now! The page is only half free
This wannabe poet has become an invader

I sat before the empty page
It looked too empty, too free
So I destroyed it's peace
To set my mind free
The page is no longer free
It's peace is ruined to free me

Now the wannabe poet feels free
Getting something written
Breaking the word blindness

Sometime the innocent suffer
To set others free
This innocent page has suffered
To set this wannabe poet free
But around the poem
The rest of the page stays free

We both have a shared sense of freedom
A sense is all it will ever be
There is no such thing as being totally free