Victim of Freedom
Victim of freedom
Finally they let go of him..
Finally he was free to go..
Free to forge his own destiny..
Free to look after his own..
He thought he could handle it..
To survive in a place..
Where no one holds your hand..
And spits you in the face..
It didn’t take too long..
Before his first cigarette came..
Until the bills arrived..
Which he could not pay..
Too much freedom had been given to him..
He had nowhere left to stay..
He had been set out of his house..
And he drank all of his money away..
People saw him leave the bar..
Like he did every day..
The next day his stool was empty..
And no one on earth..
Had ever seen him again…
Finally they let go of him..
Finally he was free to go..
Free to forge his own destiny..
Free to look after his own..
He thought he could handle it..
To survive in a place..
Where no one holds your hand..
And spits you in the face..
It didn’t take too long..
Before his first cigarette came..
Until the bills arrived..
Which he could not pay..
Too much freedom had been given to him..
He had nowhere left to stay..
He had been set out of his house..
And he drank all of his money away..
People saw him leave the bar..
Like he did every day..
The next day his stool was empty..
And no one on earth..
Had ever seen him again…
Reacties op dit gedicht
| someone really special: | Woensdag, januari 09, 2008 17:19 |
| Een zwaar gedicht maar heel mooi beschreven! Het komt dan ook heel overtuigend over... Ga zo door ;) |
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| Auteur: ~ ChaOS ~ | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 januari 2008 | ||
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