Trapped in Freedom

Updated on January 25, 2018

If you have managed to get through the first line

Then you have made it to the second

Congrats are in order

But before you a story beckons


Its of a hundred people

Rotting in devil’s hell

Sad, shaken, forgotten

But quite far from dead


They hear the march of lions

As a mere bleek footstep

Was it a bird’s chirp or a prey’s scream

They could no longer tell


They no longer felt anything

Not even the cool breeze of air

The raging heat spreads

Leading them in through despair


All they see in the darkness

The red of the devil’s eyes

Now their nose burdened to smell

As stench of the corpses rise


But don’t you go feeling sorry

For whom a life without freedom is a lie

That’s the price you pay for love

A hundred men, all buried alive


As you reach the end of the story

The moral of the tale you just read

Ironic it is to get the most out of life

The closer you have to get to death

© 2018 Vivek

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      Vivek 2 months ago from Hyderabad

      Thank you so much sir, means a lot coming from you.

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      John Hansen 2 months ago from Queensland Australia

      Short but powerful poem. Well written. Good work Vivek.

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