Lock the shackles on my leg,
For I am home in this cell.
The clinking chains, the iron bed,
These walls where I now dwell.
Darkness takes my hand and guides,
Through halls of broken dreams.
The echoes of the past collide,
With the present, or so it seems.
This place of pain and sorrow,
Where time stands still and waits.
I'm forced to see it as tomorrow,
A home that seals my fate.
These men, they hold me captive,
But the memories set me free.
Of a life that was once active,
Now confined, I must be.
I may never leave this place,
But my mind can still roam.
Though I'm trapped inside this space,
Home sweet home.
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Essubis: Book of Song
PoetryThese are strictly poem, rhyme like shorts! Inspired by my Original novel, Essubis: The Black Lion. Yearning for existence, On a pillow stained in pain, I lay my weary head, And ponder life again. The weight of all my sorrows, Crushes down...
