Tuesday, August 10, 2004

A page from Mary Margaret's Journal

Trapped

This pain inside it cannot last
thought
Emotion
Things long past

If this visage of mine should break
I'll be lost
alone
adrift in space

Invisable bonds
are tried and true
I cannot escape
No matter what I do

So I escape into my mind
A song, a dance
A simple ryhme

This life of mine I did not choose
The hunt
The Thrill
And yes, the kill

All I want
All I need
A world of hope
A world of peace
A world where I can truly be
free from those that surround
me.

copyright 2004, all rights reserved, by Michelle Bailey

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