Hours Of Liberty Poem by Alyx True Edge

Hours Of Liberty

For this is now my only destiny,
to hourly await the rusty bullet
thundering over two rusty rails

Waiting the hours of liberty and
contouring my imagination of
everything beyond these walls

Anticipation turns into a tremor,
feet boarding a journey unknown
in captivity of a child-like ardour

For this is now my only destiny,
to recall these hours of liberty
within these unforgiving walls.

['Hours of Liberty' by Alyx True Edge,2024]

Hours Of Liberty
Wednesday, October 30, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: poem,poems,liberty,journeys,journey,anticipation,inner joy,leaving,train,destiny
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Living in isolated, winter-dark communities, your only joy becomes to travel far away, to travel far outside house & city walls. Image source: Dream by Wombo (dream.ai) [AI imagery is used within sustainable limits]
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