Hope Sleeps

I am pale with disease, but that’s nothing to my misease.  I can’t bring me here anymore.  I can’t stand the eggshells on the floor.  My prison was wrought from the freedom I sought.  Clipped wings.  A devil sings, ‘Rejoice, for you have no voice.’  No one listens to a conscious choice.  I stomp where I stand.  I slap away your tender hand.  What happened to the grace I saw in your face?  I am alone, chilled to the bone, kneeling before a vacant throne.  I saw your feet fleeing the flight of the fleet.  I saw your heels break the fingers of the hand that heals.  Freedom for one is not liberty at all.  A single slave can cause a mighty fall.

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