Freedom In Despair Poem by Devon Maxwell

Freedom in Despair

Being set free and feel
the touch of a stranger
to see their true colors
and how they loved me so

Showing their passion
buried beneath a diary
a single rose to give
and now i should understand

This is not freedom
a single touch of the war
and painted dead black
with it's melacholy way

Passionate with no passion
free with no freedom
twisted with black and red
a stranger broght through
a long, lost war

Yes this was certain
this was love
love and hate
all will do the same
destroy me