The prison yard
Is a miserable place Home, but then not My heart longs free But tyranny keeps it locked Inside a crystal cage Of unbreaking despair It cannot fly free With you there For why should the jailed Love his jailer? Or the hunted Love his hunter? For why then Would such roles exist Only for the one to love the other The latter Love the former? As is oppress Lies blood Does blood not bond Protect Or decide? But even blood Can become tainted Your blood Tainted? Surely so For no rest comes When a tyrant as you stride Over men's faces Eyes turned up Away from the knowledge that empowers Do you realize Your effect? I tell you, I beg Think of others Think of me **** ****** by blood Does my age make you my senior? Or my apt You my Superior? Why then am I oppressed If the power is mine Locked deep inside I have swallowed the key And as payment I am locked But how far can the will press Before it will burst? How far will you push me Until I fight back? Love has long left us You are a mystery Even to my begot She asks I respond “?” I do not know you Yet you are in my bones An unwanted crack Fatal, but not A pest of voice “Stop!” You cry My ears are not deaf Not my heart wild Instead, I am chained The ass does not love the whip Nor I the tongue So my voice remains Locked away Deep inside The fear has kept me From single notes of scorn From tunes of pain Songs of death But already I have died No notes issue From my mouth of lead No voice From a throat long dead And it will stay Until I ride Shake off my chains And roar: “You are not ** ******. You are my jailer.” From love of one Arose to hate The serpent reared You took his bait And now this one In two will break Maybe its best For us to part The scars are there On mind in heart I trusted you Credit was won But killed as fast Blood red did run With shaking heart Irregular hand The scourge you brought Did scourge the land A day a week No less, no more And yet you left Abandoned chore Left was I Me and myself Broken spirit Perfect health Admiration, love, and joy Hath now been caught Killt by your ploy I thought you fair I thought you right I thought you wrong So shed this plight A coward strong With tricks and trade In my heart A home you made But a harsher sting Was felt from you I no longer know The things you do Trust is lost Dust and dead Wind blows past My fiery head Fire lights And fire burns Consuming all Your wretched words You I spurn.
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AuthorAn 18 year old writer, drawer, tea enthusiast, beanie baby collector, INFJ, Pleiadian starseed and high schooler, Amanda enjoys mammals, drawing, and reading. She wants to be an editor, comic artist, alien, and own lots of pets when she grows up. Archives
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