The Fall of Freedom

The Fall of Freedom

 

The leaves are like suspended commas hung

To dot the musings of intrepid breeze

Reverberating songs of freedom sung

Through all deciduous October trees.

 

But to be held in endless wooden grasp

And only dream of liberty's release

To long and want with earthy muted rasp

With boundless dissonance of warring peace.

 

To fall,

          and only for a moment know

The call

          of wind's eternal rushing blow.

 

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My intention was to portray how people give up their freedoms/restrict themselves because it's safer and easier to, while the act of seeking true freedom can make yourself vulnerable