With words in stock muses do mock
keys in front of me but still I’m locked
Chained to the walls staring at release
Forever damned to never know peace
An inner battle doth rattle my cage
Samson like strength found in rage
Come this far only to be stalled
But they say only so few are called
Miserable and angry—have I lost faith?
So furious at everything… who do I hate?
But wait? Was it something I’ve done?
A word that I wrote? A song that I sung?
Snapping chains, will things change?
Or will things still remain the same?
One step, a bit closer to the end
These wounds may never mend
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