FreeDoom

Don’t let my freedom become freedoom
as I try to embark on a dream that morphed
into a goal. My senses are correct.
It is yours I’m questioning.
All I’m asking for is your faith
and your good hand to eat from.
To kiss,
so I know that my heart can take me
Where I want to be.

Let my mind travel a thousand miles away
And I’ll still be here, I promise.
Kill those thoughts of worry and restlessness.
I’m easy and tranquil at heart.
My mind rushes through the mossy rocks
And pools into something grand.
Swim in my purity and certainty and
Don’t let my freedom become freedoom.
♠ ♠ ♠
For the Poem Contest > http://www.mibba.com/Forums/Topic/176742/Poem-Contest/