27 Mar 2016 – Sentence

Your days in lonely dungeons,
at night you wish for day.
Your dreams are insurrections,
and who has barred your way?

The training you’ve been given
consists of merely this:
to never shake your shackles,
to call your prison bliss.

You run from moonlit shadows,
and furtive steps that fall,
but no one mans the towers –
you know who guards the walls.

~

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