There was once a dragon known as Free,
who soar high above trees.
Long were his wings,
everlasting joy he brings.
But life is never lasting.
For every flame he is casting,
a part of life gone in flames,
trapped in abyss covered by blames.
Tarnished were his glorious scales,
wings torn like broken sails.
His fading eyes,
and yet his mind ever so sly.
Slowly he watched,
and slowly every rock he touched.
Spreading open his wings once more,
take flight and away from the floor.
Crashing through the ceiling blocked by blames,
reclaiming his freedom and taking back his flames!
I depict freedom as a dragon who ruled upon the land where he live in. However, when freedom is taken away from you, will you accept it as your fate or will you fight back to regain the freedom you lost? For me, I chose to fight back rather than to accept fate.
Related Poem: http://humble-novice.deviantart.com/art/Freedom-55095713
The poet questions if freedom is truly worth fighting for. The feeling of being trapped, begging for freedom. Is freedom worth the sacrifice?
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