Children's laughter echo through my ears,
Erasing my mind of all the doubt and fears,
The cold rusty chains hold me in place,
I want to see, smell, touch, feel my heart race,
Day after day I watch the moon rise and fall,
Yet I still remain in chains listening to the wolves call.
A sweet lavender scent fills the lonely air,
People singing songs in the distance is what I hear,
I gaze up at the starry sky,
And couldn't help but wonder why,
That I am trapped in the dark with no light,
But no I will never surrender; I will persevere and win this fight.
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Poésie'And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.' ~ William Shakespeare
