Alas, another angsty little poem from dear old Frenchie. Yes, my dearies, you'll have to sit through another long pity-party...

Enjoy.

Sweet Freedom

What’s this, you say?

Freedom?

Freedom…?

Surely you jest!

Surely you scorn me?

Does merciless ridicule somehow

Bring you pleasure?

Admit your mockery!

Ah, sweet freedom…

Escape from these confines,

These iron clutches…

What a truly wonderful, priceless offer!

Surely I don’t deserve such privilege.

Who am I to accept?

But…

Who am I to deny…?

So long I’ve resided in these confines,

I don’t know how to live without them!

To live on the outside,

Not confined…

Not controlled…

Not scrutinized…

Just free.

Released.

No more dreaming.

No more wistful imagining.

Now it’s reality

Soon.

Not someday, but soon,

I’ll be free.

Sorry for the crappiness. Please review, flames welcome.

Purrs,

Frenchie