A Call Poem by welkin siskin

Every moment of time



Is calling for free rein



to refute that thralldom



is but the rudest culture



of all human natures!



So much as a love seeks for her beloved,



Everything does seek for freedom, thus.



These gases forming the atmosphere



that I respire continually



through the gagged muzzle of my life



those pass through



striking the bones of my chin,



The cavity behind the nose and mouth



takes it hard to inhale



these suffocated breaths into larynx;



And, the larynx inspires this subdued voice



raising me high.



These sighs that this curve of lips make



echo into my spirits, urging me to speak out



to the common whole



that freedom is but the basic of all.



With words so true,



An audible spirit,



A heart intertwined



with thoughts



want to break silence.



For here, the time calls for freedom



bidding final farewell to the uncalled-for,



For the darkness



has wrapped me and my space



conditioning the uncalled- for, the wanton!