My Freedom

By , Pflugerville, TX

Smell fresh air       

                              my mother had died to give me freedom

 

     It was carefully planned

 

 

Nobody would ever know

                                           I was growing stronger

                                                                              I

was almost myself again

outside of his control                                           It was

                        a deep sleep

 

                        I had not been

                                                          frightened of heights

 

                    you bad boy

 

 

 

     Death eaters

                       never suffered for my master. They

turned their backs      They were not enslaved,as I was

 free to seek 

                                                            me. My mind 

was clear                             I was angry.






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