I Run
How fast could I run?
would it matter?
would I fall and turn around?
could I taste the salty breeze
or sleep in the tallest trees
before I am, once again
listening to my chains
tap that cold, hard
stone floor.
I'm confused,
it's temporary.
in time I will forget who I am
and my soul will turn to ash
but no matter, that crown of thorns has saved us all
so you have written on my dungeon wall
No,
I break my chains,
I run
from that musty dungeon.
I run
if only the you could see
the stars through that veil of yours
I run
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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