I wish I could fly away.
Far, far, away.
Away from the hurt, and the pain.
Away from the give, but never the gain.
Along the border I would walk
The border of love and hate
The place I call home nevermore.
The place I was never set free.
Was I even meant to be?
What if I'm a mistake?
If I can't spread my wings,
If I can't fly,
What gives me the reason,
Not to die?
Because here.
On the dock.
I. Am. Free.
Far, far, away.
Away from the hurt, and the pain.
Away from the give, but never the gain.
Along the border I would walk
The border of love and hate
The place I call home nevermore.
The place I was never set free.
Was I even meant to be?
What if I'm a mistake?
If I can't spread my wings,
If I can't fly,
What gives me the reason,
Not to die?
Because here.
On the dock.
I. Am. Free.
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aesythe
Sep 12, 2018
You took this challenge very literally, which I hadn't expected from anyone. It's definitely a dark piece, but it ends on such a different note - I think that's great. I was happy to see your narrator felt they'd found a place where they could truly be themselves. We all need a place like that, huh?