Escape

At the mercy,
Of the throne.

I beg not;
Thy cruelest pains
‘Er beneath
Your body, lies.

A hoax.
A sham.
You’ve taken it all
And run...

With parts of me,
The very parts,
That make me whole;
That make me human. 

So what be left, 
Of me?
A servant,
To your cause? 

To be truly alone.
To belong?