I have only sadness
To carry me through
This darkened night
That chose.
To last a lifetime
Through me

I feel betrayed by
My own senses
By what I didn’t
Or what I might

Confused to say the least
I remember hardly
What I wanted or
Who I used to be

I suppose I also don’t
Know what lays next
Or who I’m supposed
To become.
I guess it’s up to me
Who ever that would be

Carefully separated
But chaotic in creation
Undermining my own
Greatness.
Over an urge
To persuade myself
Into dauntlessness

I have to be alone
Realizing every
Now and then, again

I don’t want to live
In loneliness
Or any kind of confinement
Any shape of concession
Any form of censorship

I crave freedom
Seeking liberation
From whatever
I cage myself in
Could quite possibly
Be…
My real mission
Here, in this life
At the very littlest

Beginning.
If any other
Are only additions to a truer essence of
What qualifies to define as my own
Liberty.