Ashworth Poetry

Not much bothers me except
the lack of freedom placed
on me.

Can't say this, can't do that.
Sit down. Line up.
Behave. Don't stare.

So many rules
I don't want to follow.

Why must I have a reason just to be outside?
At home, I'm told I can do anything
so why not this?

I want to step out without reason.
I want to be free like the birds in the sky.

By Callum Ashworth

• About
• All Poems
• Flight That Never Landed
• Her Fangs Run Deep
• Poker With The Famous Eight
• Portrait Of The Problem
• Strangers At The Red Light
• The Demonic Huntsman
• Until We Meet Again
• Void In The Metro
• Without Reason