Freedom Ain't Clean (Poetry)

Freedom Ain't Clean

by  justin.el

I watched a drifter on the train

Shed his shoes like

a second skin

Toes grime covered

Nails like jagged rocks in a mine

No one wanted to be near him

And I don't think he cared

I think he just wanted

A brief respite

A moment to sit

In his truth

As ugly as it may seem

I think

I write

For the same reason

All best,

justin.el

"I make up stories. Sometimes I write them down."