POEM STARTER
Submitted by Oddity
The Beauty of Being Asleep
Write a poem which could have this as its title.
little to late
Oh the beauty
The beauty of the free
The wind brushing against my feet
as I flee
I flee to be free
Free to be
who I want to be
I live free
as I want to be
Free, Free, Free
Oh they ask
what does it mean to be free
Oh that's a wonderful question I answer
I turn and let them see what I mean
with the beauty standing before me
the weight of the world off of me
The air wishing by
through the clouds and birds.
Then It all starts to slip and fade
Oh it's a little too late
to late to go back and be free
I'm going back to the reality of the not so beautiful world of reality
Reality that things are not the same
I wake up and see
It really can't be
I ended up not being me
I want to be me
But why can I?
Because I woke up
and had to live another day
Not seeing the beauty
but the pain of the reality
of this sacrificed world that they would rather not be.