Prisoner of freedom

In this open cell that I dwell

My dreams with wide dark eyes

Yell me

I could fly, if I would

And mock the iron cloak

Hugging my woolly soul

Freedom’s engraved on me

I choke in its velvet waters

So I bleed to be free

The universe, it owes me nothing

It brings me full emptiness

Loud quietness and plenty nothingness

Space and air it carved sufficiently

Yet my slackened buttocks upon this spiky throne

Sits starry-eyed

Still in a stormy solitude

I clothe me in

Nought in this freedom I see

But cuffed cities and chains

And a shackle of liberty!
©Grace Okoliko 2017

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