10/23/12

I step out into the midnight air

Hearing thunder calling out to me

Somewhere out there

I shiver

And I can see my breath

Billow out

Escape free

I think out loud

"How lucky you must be"

To be free of chains

To have no laws

Or rules to follow

I sigh

And hold back a scream

"How lucky you must be, indeed"

With no pride or pain to swallow

And no faces to avoid

Not a single Hitler to bow to

Nor any empty, broken voids

"I wonder what it feels like to be free . . ."