BEFUDDLED

Words by: Christian Jay Sanchez

It feels so foreign,
Am I really belong here?
I am nothing but a filthy miscreant
I killed myself.

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the eyes of an innocent child
plastered through my mind
his angelic face and blissful smile

As I step into the darkness
it was eerie,
I thought it was comfortable
I was scared,
I muttered but no voice came out

My faith is about to vanish
And I was hungry,
Hungry for your words
tears are precious
prayer is wonderful

We were free,
but we have limitations,
Happiness and sadness,
they are ephemeral

Freedom,
It is not free,
Its cost is blood
Its cost is death…

photos: ctto

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2 thoughts on “BEFUDDLED

  1. Patricia Imperio 27 Jul 2017 — 11:55 am

    “freedom; it is not free” ๐Ÿ‘Œ deeeep

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Hahahah it’s okay to opposed my ideas you. We are probably have different perspective about freedom.
    You’re welcome anyway. ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ’–

    Like

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