Fool's Freedom

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

If you want to go splat, isn't it right for everyone else to let you do so?

Before, when I felt lonely and dependant,
when I felt cravings far beyond my control,
when I felt pangs of sinning wrack my shaking soul,
I would give in, but
underneath the insecurity and weakness and everything,
there was a safety net spread to catch me.
God damn that safety net, that
foresworn promise of security.
It took away my freedom:
how can I freefall and fall free if
someone’s there to catch me?
Now when insecurity takes hold of me,
when my midnight creatures get beyond my control,
when my poor soul shakes with lethal cravings,
nothing really is different,
see; it’s not anything new, it’s that I have nothing to resort to
there is no safety net to catch me anymore.
But at least I’m free.
Freedom, absolute, perfect, unrestricted freedom--that’s
all that really matters, don’t you think?
After all, I should be the one to say
whether anyone catches me.

Submitted: March 17, 2013

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E. J. Rylee

What an interesting idea...hmm, I think I'll read this a couple more times and ponder it awhile.

I love how the form of the piece sometimes changes the tone. This is an interesting pattern I've noticed in your writing, and an intriguing one also.


I really think I'll read this again.

Sun, March 17th, 2013 4:27am


It's got the same subject as "Burning Midnight Wanderings." Not that that information helps any :P

Sat, March 16th, 2013 9:31pm

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