by nourayasmine   Jul 20, 2021

Go on.

Speak of foreign lands
that will green-card you into

Will it? Will your mind
let loose of the wailing sound?

The ominous whistling digs deeper
than the bomb itself, you know.

Will you ever be
free of that again?


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  • 2 months ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Grief can follow us anywhere, and this piece delved even further into what freedom means to people, what it hopes to be, but freedom from the mind can be a separate thing and feel impossible to ever achieve. The questions you ask, and the fear of not knowing if a person can ever be free, no matter where they travel to, the pain is embedded in so many parts of their existence. Emotional piece as always, Noura.

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