freedom - no such thing
I can’t imagine freedom.
Everything comes with a price.
Take love.
Love comes with the biggest price of all.
“Will you die before the morning
my beloved?
For I can never sleep
knowing that there is doubt.”
“Do you still love me?
As much as I love you?
My heart is in knots of anguish,
for I can never know the answer.”
So this is all there is -
pain pain pain.
The biggest price of all.
But . . .
freedom from love?
If we are freed from love
then life has no meaning at all
my beloved.
Life has no meaning.
So, between love and freedom
what will you choose?
For I have no answer.
winston plowes
Mon 1st Nov 2010 17:01
Everything is at risk and desperate hearts on parade and more besides in this piece. Dug deep, well done you. Win x