Doug Marr
Liberation
Cherished Memories,
subtle like whispers,
brighter than star-light,
torturous spirits.
She lit up my world.
Why must you remind
me? I want freedom,
from this painful heart.
Hope is my mind’s yoke,
my Heart, the teamster.
Cogs turn, on futile
subjects. Still thinking.
Imagination,
chained down to the ground
by these crazed masters,
must dream of past things.
My savior, Time,
Calms my feverous
soul. Now I return
to tranquility.
I am free at last.
Assuaged, my Heart
and my Memories,
are pleasant again.
Imagination,
freely flies away.
I set out again,
at peace finally.
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