Escape Artist
Falling through the holes of Time,
I bequeathed what once was mine
The Hands Of Fate are quite unkind,
As Destiny hath me confined
In torture Towers- abuse of Power!
While in my cell I quiver- cower!
With Guards dispatched, a plan I hatch
To escape within the hour
Though, Lo! I compose perplexing prose
To make a point that no one knows
Who I am, or my haunting woes,
But, oh, my hope doth grow and grow
Though my Heart swells and heaves
The broken Love's I haven't grieved
Locked in a past I cannot leave,
But in myself I do believe!
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