A Poem a Day * Hopefully

A Wish for Freedom

If I could I would

If I had I wouldn’t ask

It’s not me, or is it?

I don’t like feeling like this but I do

And since it was and is, I can’t help it

Why talk? Why listen?

Can’t get these people out of my head

I have no need for them nor they have a need for me

I just wish it was

The way that it used to be before

I can’t even recall

What once was

But then again I can’t go backwards

Only forwards

To be free of them, man, once again.

Patrika Williamson