Post Script: NPM: Freedom (Poem 15)

A poem for you

Before I say goodbye

Can only look at you in sadness

Don’t know where we went wrong

Every thought of happiness

Forgotten in my hurt

Gets old quickly these

Harsh words and cruel actions

I want only my freedom

Just a small moment of peace

Kicking and screaming is our modus operandi

Let me go and let me cut my losses

Meet me halfway and

Not with anger

Old hurts and new

Pull at my heartstrings, but all I want is

Quiet and calm

Relief from our bickering

Silence from our yelling

Tear my soul apart and

Under all of this torture lies a heart

Very tender and pure

Withheld from your love out of spite

Xenophobe to my love as if the

Yes, as if the thought of it’s

Zeal was too much for you to bear

Post Script: National Poetry Month 2012: 30 Poems in 30 Days Challenge

Poem 1: If Only

Poem 2: Squishy

Poem 3: IselaRose

Poem 4: April Spray

Poem 5: I Will Never Hold You

Poem 6: La Petite Mort

Poem 7: Navy Roses

Poem 8: From My Lips to Your Heart

Poem 9:

Poem 10:

Poem 11:

Poem 12

Poem 13:

Poem 14: All the World’s a Stage

Poem 15: Freedom

Poem 16: Rebirth

Poem 17:

Poem 18:

Poem 19:

Poem 20:

Poem 21:

Poem 22:

Poem 23:

Poem 24: Haven

Poem 25:

Poem 26:

Poem 27:

Poem 28: He says he loves me