Poem -
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?
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