don’t send me
back to the cell
let me be free
high in the
tower
no one is
watching
air is thinner
leave the
shackles on the floor
hands free
falling
to a
comfortable level
loneliness is
always
momentary
the warden won’t
take kindly
to the events
as of late
escape only to
achieve solitude
somewhere else
cleansing spots
desire deemed
evil
twins stare
back from
the green wall
finally pulling
the stop
on a bathtub
full of tears
always cried in
vain
inevitable
return
with punishment
thoughts seen
as lunatic
rising on the
feet
move to the
edge
without bars
sight clears
without prayers
standing on my
head
no matter how
much they laugh
my punishment
my decision to
flee…
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