Looking up at the sky,
I wonder;
Why are you so free?
Standing there on the tulip tree.
...
The Clouds are grey,
The winds are might,
I am alone and lost
on this sorrowful night.
...
My name is Jackie, and I'm actually an amateur. I can't write poems.. I enjoy poems so I thought I would have a go at writing poems so here I am.)
Freedom Is My Wish
Looking up at the sky,
I wonder;
Why are you so free?
Standing there on the tulip tree.
You are calm,
Without a care.
You sing as you like,
When hunger you strike
You fly as you please,
Ever so free.
However I am trapped,
Within the laws of society.
Attached with chains,
Unbearable pain.
Life feels like
An endless game.
Is freedom real,
Can it ever be gained
Time is running out,
I can feel my life being drained.
I despise you birds,
I cannot win this game
But if I do,
To be like you is the prize I shall claim.