I Am Counting the Days To Freedom
I am counting the days to freedom
To dolls house and hide and seek
To our voices crashing like a cataract
Against stone deaf
Shadows hanging over our love
Like a rock.
I am counting the days to freedom
Our long procession weeping
For the lizard
We chased through the grass
So we could test our competence
At eulogy too.
I am counting the days to freedom
To the exploration
Of what took the tease from father's eyes
And the smile from mother's heart.
They no longer pretend
About the emptiness in them
That keeps them busy
Chasing their own thoughts for an end,
What shall I do with an entire day
By myself alone?
I am counting the days to freedom.
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