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.

Comments about Vain Freedom by Raven Syke

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Friday, October 11, 2013

[Report Error]