Free

I sometimes forget you exist
Or existed within my midst
Admist the souls clouded in mists
Of dark thoughts, you were who I missed

I've encountered others, a list
Of failed wastes of time, all dismissed
Still picky 'bout my taste, persist
Lest my fate's caught up with a beast

I'm solo now, still no short-list
Of potential souls to enlist
Blocked so many out that my wrists
Hurt so bad like they're filled with cysts

My dreams of love have been shortlived
Steeming from empty words, deceived
A shallow lifestyle I perceive
From what I thought I had achieved

Yet since the day you prayed I'd leave
I've exhaled freely, now I live
Beyond the boundaries of past griefs
My future I've begun to weave

No more in you, do I believe
But I, myself, for me I breathe
From a life with you, I'm reprieved
Now thoughts of freedom, I conceive

Copyright © 2009 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)