Freedom's Ticket

Poem I of the series of poems titled, "The Man"

 

The hands snaked forward
in a wispery clasp;
fearing anything untoward,
a collective gasp.

As he gagged in the mucous
bound in chains;
even mothers wont know,
his astounding pain.

But her love is bliss,
even though unwanted.
Freedom asked a price;
He paid; undaunted.

Life enticed; unrest in her womb,
so delivered unto it, cut too soon.
Bought a freedom's ticket for the promise,
of the journey to a tomb.


Poem II - "He Shouldn't have Spoken".
Poem III - Some Sand Grains



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