FREEDOM

Sitting against J. Hopkins tombstone,
a late 1700s freed slave. To my left
lies his wife Ella, God she sure was
brave.... At my feet are the headstones,
of all her babies graves.

I'm watching a bat dance against the
dusks, pink yellow white and blue
twilight sky....I can feel its anticipation,
as i'm sure it can feel mine.

I hear a owl hooting, in the woods not
far from me. I can hear it in his
voice, he knows we'll soon be free....
But not for the day birds, in their
prison they will sleep.

As the frogs and crickets chirps,
comes from what seem to be all around.
The sky begins to blacken, as i lay my
white candle down.... The deer grazing
in the field, celebrate without a sound.

Now i light my candle, whos light the
headstones seem to bar.I thank God for
the country sky, that boast so many stars.
But no i'm still not free, no not thus far...
Aah theres my freedom, as i reach for my guitar

W.A.M

Btw never give up on the powers to be or prayer, sometimes they're answered but you just don't know it

That's very good

That was a very good write and I agree I like the opening line.
Chasing your dreams is never a waste, only giving up on them is

I liked that one better

That was beautiful

Thank you

I don't think they get along with me either lol I'm sure you could write them if you tried.
Thank you very much tho

Birds chirp so happy
Playing in the fields and the trees
Wish I could be them

Our pets are family to most of us, and he should've thought about that. He seems selfish to me

That is very metaphoric for most of us here

Thank you and welcome back to you too. I hope life is treating you well.

I haven't been on here for a few years but they used to have a thread for adult content posts.

That was very good, I enjoyed reading it. I believe you can post anything you want on here.
Thank you for sharing