I was once what you would call free, a bird in the sky, or a melody floating into the atmosphere, adrift with no fear to tether me, until all at once I was struck, like the splatter form a shotgun or the breaking of a harp string, left one note short and a few feathers shy, forced to live a life with no music, grounded, until the very day that I die.
I was once what you would call free, a bird in the sky, or a melody floating into the atmosphere, adrift with no fear to tether me, until all at once I was struck, like the splatter form a shotgun or the breaking of a harp string, left one note short and a few feathers shy, forced to live a life with no music, grounded, until the very day that I die.

Free

Auction Expired

Buy or bid now on the original “Free,” a typewritten poem.

Category: Tag:

Item condition: New

Auction Expired because there were no bids

Buy or bid now on the original “Free,” written on my typewriter. This poem is part of the Origins collection.

Total Bids Placed:

Auction has expired

Auction Expired because there were no bids
Auction started March 13, 2021 3:10 pm

Reviews

There are no reviews yet.

Be the first to review “Free”

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Send Private Message

Loading...
Name:
Email:
Message:
Scroll to Top
Powered by Ultimate Auction