Freedom
by Fizzo

This was one of my basic ABAB pattern poems. Uses general ryming words, and such. Death seems quite a common aspect in poems. I use Word ro write them. (FYI)

When I wrote this is was feeling.... morbid. You know when that person you hate so much, just won't leave you alone. Gets so depressing after a while, so I thought I should flow my feelings on to the paper.