Sta.sh
There she cowers, in the cold heart of blackness,
Scratching claws, stupidity, on iron bars,
Despair only driving her to madness;
Her mind in torment, reminding ageless scars.
Pacing back and forth in her confinement,
She laments like an animal, trapped forever;
Tears grace her cheeks with bitterness not refinement;
She plotted her escape but they screamed, No never!
She’s done this to herself resignation no other
She’s signed up for torment, she’s signed up for hell!
Wandering from one restricting corner to another
Ragged, torn, and crawling filth; they swear, don’t tell.
Her ashen cheeks all sunken and hollow
Her hopes once dared to dance, locked down forever
And this is the hell, that was willed follow
Hope, her little friend, now tethered at the end
She wouldn’t give herself a chance, if honestly she did
She’d been freed not pathetic existing beast
In the depths of her beating chest tears protruded
A whisper for help her cumbersome lips suppressed
Like a bolt and with a flash iron locks snapped
And there her little friend, hope, smiled
Looking down into the deep ravine she collapsed
Jump! I’ll catch you , her dearest friend beguiled
Finally, liberty at last?
Now this? Some kind of test?
The iron bars had been crushed
She was free now, it was hard to digest
She crept to the door and got very close
Until fear her evil master yanked her blouse
Nearly suffocating her with his sickening smoky breath
Her mind dwelt only breeding death
Her doom prowled like a fierce-some cat
It's evil piercing eyes glared, at her dreary face,
She dared to move, she dared to dive
But she knew now she could not survive
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