Freedom

Lakshmi Menon posted under PenMuse-34 Poetry on 2021-10-11



Alas! Freedom was never meant to be mine Born in a world of debauchers Cradled by arms serpentine, presumptuous Devious intentions meticulously veiled Enigma my au pair, covert love I believed Futile efforts craving attention Gargantuan faith in my feigned creator Hints spurned, subtle and sublime I grew up to be a beauty, resplendent Junoesque, the cynosure of all eyes Kindling emotions unknown, a desire to shield Lost love I thought, naïve, proved wrong Molten magma unleashed on me Nefarious intentions came to light Ominous night, wild and dark Perpetrators my own, my kindred Quintessential agent, my modesty auctioned Rort affection, immoral design Screaming, beseeching, I begged for freedom Tabid protests, decaying will to survive Unscrupulously vend to the highest bidder Vying for affection, hoping for vagary Withering with every thrust, I lived Xenia, I was in an unbidden world Yielding, yet yearning for liberation Zen finally, when I set my soul free   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!