The Curse of Eternal Freedom

The Curse of Eternal Freedom

A Poem by A Jackson

One valiant horse, his mane so fair

Roaming the lands he is free

The Stallion of the Savannah.

His hoofprints sink into the sand

As he wanders the days

And dreams of the nights

That he can run with another so grand.


Eternal freedom makes one dwell on

All the things that could have been

The Stallion of the Savannah.

Moonlight creeping across the earth

Winter breeze blows a chill

The plains are empty

This is his freedom, an eternal curse. 

© 2014 A Jackson


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Added on March 3, 2014
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A Jackson
A Jackson

Birmingham, United Kingdom



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Born and raised in Birmingham, Britain’s second city, I’m a real city girl through and through. As an account manager for a marketing agency, I have mainly focused my professional writing .. more..