my memory of freedom

freedom is not to be spoken of

if so, worse is all

I would know I know

and I do

I once was free.

do not

ever come

back

you've used us up

there's no us anymore

the language barrier breaks

distant light cover the seams in

this is not the end

so, until I see the sun again

leaking through the clouds, eternal day

we will not die

but we know you will

helpless death

memories of used freedom