At the Sight

Something I wrote and sang one day to try and feel better.

Worn

I’m through.
Emptied of my strength
I don’t care if you want me anymore
And forget the freedom I’ve waited for
I am ghost-like and worn
Faithless at the sight of my open door

The freedom I’ve waited for…
I want no more.

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2 responses to “At the Sight

  1. I hope that the making did it’s job for you. It certainly communicated to your audience.

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