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ESCAPE

Eternity flits by unmindful
And I toil away at my forge.
Links I have made, searing, of spiteful
chains which entwine me, they are my scourge.
Words I have failed to utter
Take form on an anvil of anguish
Deeds undone by hands in torpor,
Are hammered into irons in ironic haste, at nones
wish.
Fictions and fancies form my fetters-
titillating thoughts that teased at a time
torture and tinge incessant, tatters
remain now, of dilapidated dreams, once sublime.
Tired, I pause and shifting weary limbs
I try to redeem long forgotten whims
Alas, losing myself in dark shadows
I stumble, blind to all but my chains.
Rage floods every sinew, body ablaze
I writhe and strain to break my bonds
To say and make right what has long gone stale.
Pain numbs me to reality, old scars and new wounds.
Drained, I close tearful eyes and retreat
My body ceases to burn and my bonds break
I fly to a world of no wrong or defeat.
Have your world, I'm free here, I'm awake.
~Peppo~

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