February 9, 2010
By larka BRONZE, Friendswood, Texas
larka BRONZE, Friendswood, Texas
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larka loves turtle

I have been locked up for a long time now;
Maybe 5 or 6 months,
I really don't remeber;
It is hot here,
The sun like a volcano that recently erupted.
Some if you can hear me,
Help me.

Freedom, Every man's dream;
Freedom, A beacon of truth;
Freedom, A free floater
Freedom, Something I want.

More prisoners are beginning to arrive;
I hate it here,
There is no way out,
I need help.

We are dying one by one;
I don't know why, but I feel a relative emotional feeling for them,
My little 5 year old sister is deathly ill;
I just hate seeing her like this;
I want to take her pain away,
She won't hurt anymore.

Freedom, Every man's dream;
Freedom, abeacon of truth;
Freedom, A free floater;
Freedom something I want.

She is fading fast,
She won't last much longer,
We are gathered together;
Weeping all the while,
She is our pretty princess;
She is as delicate as a rose,
She is a little goddess.

Freedom, Every man's dream
Freedom, A beacon of truth
Freedom, A free floater,
Freedom, Something I want.

Now we leave,
We leave to total...
I'm free,
No longer trapped.


The author's comments:
I felt very trapped when I wrote this poem.

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