Each hour a damsel ponders how,

How to run away.

Away; she imagines is much further,

Further than the longest day.

Day to week to month she drags,

Drags her body aside.

By choosing to be silenced,

Silenced and tortured inside.

Inside her heart is weeping,

Weeping without a sound.

Sound of mind and questions those,

Those who appear to have bound.

Bound this sad little damsel; withering,

Withering  and stressed beyond saving,

Saving sounds like the light ahead,

It almost has her shivering.

Shivering for strong arms around her,

To hold this damsel afloat.

Afloat she feels she can carry on,

On to go until this damsel is free.


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