Free by Karen

This poem was written in 1984 as I sat in a darkened bedroom between two speakers playing Men At Work - Down By The Sea... I was 15... it was a dark time...

Free

she walks along the beach
isolated
alone

she looks at the faces
and yet
she see's no-one

she reaches the clifftop
turns
watches the children
they can be happy

she thinks of the world she left behind
her home
destroyed
her life
destroyed

hatred surges through her body

falling, falling
darkness
then light

she is found washed up on the beach
not alive
but Free

Copyright, Karen Brown, 1984